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[bodytext] => One of the things that made her timeless was that she seemed kind but you're certainly unkind and apparently all I had said was a beautiful illusion and she was a magician: showing me everything I wanted to see but it was all just a beautiful lie; an ice sculpture that melted away with the heat of a moment; a trick that transcends logic; misdirected, i guess i looked the wrong way; she took my heart, as i reached out for hers, she added a thousand pounds on the back of my soul, and i know i still have a long way to go, and my mind is a maze telling itself: you would have gone further, faster had you kept your hands in your pants.... I let out a breath, i inhale the air , to cool the fire of the walls, which reforge my already broken heart, i wish i was as strong as a sword, but i am broken, and like a broken sword, i can do nothing ... but sit around, and wait. My knees start to buckle when i stare at what's ahead, and the cynic starts to laugh, when i fathom the thought of hope and says : " trust is not the issue, but perception, and the reality is that fate is a lie", and i realize she was a magician showing me beautiful things, an alluring show, but a show, it was a spellbinding lie, and she showed me everything... everything i ever wanted in life, but MY life was a spectator, caught up in the midst of the show and when it was over, everything she offered was just a lie; her smile, her kiss, her love,the way her hair lit up my life as she swung another way,the day she said i love you, i miss you, te amo, te quiero, je t'aime, her speeches,her vices, her stare, was an act,why? i was the gullable audience, caught up in the show, in her act and like an act, a magician, everything she presented herself to be... was a lie... How could i ever trust anyone again?? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 22 [informant] => stateofgray [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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