Beautiful Bubbles

So it’s true, rumors about you,
I try to disregard them
but my faith is thinning,
like the bubbles.

Initially they were round
and colorful from every angle,
that was just first impressions.
and such impressions use to count for something.

Eventually, they disappeared and vanished.
Beyond the beautiful, transparent and transient.
I see through you, hopeless and worthless.
Off you go into thin air.

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