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| I Call Him Illusion
by genesis34 at 7/16/2009 7:42:55 PM
Here's to falling Hard for the wrong person...
I call him illusion
An unfinished thought
A rosebud left unwatered
so there was no beauty allowed to grow
What I thought I saw, was never there
Who I thought I loved was as real
as the mist in the distance
Unattainable. Indescribable. Impossible to be.
Can't mourn over something that never was
Can't cry over nothing
The starting point of our existence
Nothing, void of the very essence of creation
Like you
My precious illusion
The sweetness I felt in you
The warmth I saw in your eyes
The words you use to whisper
Bitter. Cold. Barren. An echo resounding unto itself
Illusion
A trick of fantasy
A sleight of the longing that was the loneliness of my hopeful heart
Now shattered, forced into hiding-encased in ice
Never to be foolishly melted in the thought of you
The warmth is gone-the cold sank in
Silence is my last hope
'Cause what else is there left to say
To someone who doesn't exist
To a shell of a man
TO YOU MY ILLUSION
Except...good bye my love
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