Tuesday

My Illusionist



Not long ago ,
I held your hands ,
I felt the warmth within
Magic
A fantasy
then there was none
yet you were real enough
to love you
to dwell in your illusions
I slowly open my eyes
To stare at my bad luck
unfortunate
Pain is a dull knife
desperately
stabbing me
to bleed me
I close my eyes
Once again
to welcome myself
to your  world
away from my reality
Inside your illusion ....



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