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Str8t up iLLuSion

That feeling you have
when you want him to appear
like a mirage, he came
just to fade when he’s within reach
captured in this stranded desert
call out his name
it echoes and echoes
but you’ve got no response
that’s the rule of  these mountains
piano of wind
guitar of snow
drum of heartbeats
music of echo’s voice
that’s how I  feel about you
I call out to you
it rings and rings
though you’d pick up
the ignorance in your voice kills me
I’d text you and you’d reply..
the lack of words
destroys me
feels like we’re lost
but if found
it’d be worst for us
it felt like I was not there
mentally, no not mentally
I’ m awake now
you were the dream I chased away
locked you in the rear of my memory
you were a dream
I never wanted to become a reality
I’d wonder what you’d want
what could you possibly want from me?
I should back away and
never return
but the route is traced
I’d be tempted to come back to a surprised
it’s all an illusion
that’s all love is
it gives you hope
just to throw it back in your face
it does you wrong for all to see
and as you’re crawling back
it’d take you back to humiliate you
the drum will beat
but trust me you’re not the image that appears
love is full of confusion
fills you with delusion
and you’re saying it’s worth it
when you know it’s clearly not
you’d open up for him to enter
when you know he’ll slam his heart shut
so you don’t forget him
when you’re faded from his memories
his heart doesn’t remember you at all
this boy is unable to love
love is an illusion
that’s all it is
we give so much value to such murderer
a feeling that comes and go
that after all is done it fades
and you’re waiting for sunshine
in the plague we’re in
and you can’t understand
it’s straight up an illusion
that’s all it is
lets you plunge in
just to let you drown
I don’t know what I believe in
the fact that to get over love
you gotta hate
I’m not cool with that
and he tries to possess you
but you ain’t letting go
when envy disappears
is when you’d try to open up
if I can’t explain it
I don’t want it
that love is a foe
a fake at that
as you’re saying I love you
he ain’t  hearing that
as he replies; he ain’t feeling that
what were we, I don’t know
but as you’d first say I love you
I knew it was an illusion
your actions proves my accusations
your love spell proves it
a straight up illusion

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