Love, veiled truth

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by Evanescent2me

by Evanescent2me

The catch of the eye,

the rigid beat of the heart,

the soft lonely sigh,

the loss with when we depart.

But I can't call this love,

not when I've felt this too many,

tugs of strings I can't shove,

with only a shadow to accompany.

Because I'm scared of the truth,

stark and uncanny from what I want.

Isn't love supposed to be pure youth,

to be crazy and beautiful taunts.

Because if this is love,

I really don't know if I could take it.

I'll shoot the flying dove,

because my heart isn't even half lit.

Love is the closest thing to fantasy,

and if I can't have that I'll have this,

this thing called love and ecstasy.

But I feel like there is something that I missed.

Because if the symptoms of love are this,

why do I feel otherwise?

I'm scared of the fake kiss

love leaves, oh I so despise.

That's why when I see you,

I'll never call it love.

That's why when I see you,

I'll also look the other way.