Only at night do I allow my desires to take over.
During the day, the wall around my heart is sturdily built.
But only in the cool of the night
In the warmth of my bed
Do I allow my delusion to cloud my head
When my eyes are open, staring at darkness,
He's lying next to me, spilling his heart for only my ears.
When my eyes are closed, we're walking along the river, our love flowing forever.
He raids my dreams, dreams of everything we could be.
Is it the way the stars align, or the quietly falling snow that set my thoughts free?
Maybe it's the night-dark veil that I trust to cover my naked heart.
But when the sun pierces the sky for everyone to see, brick by brick my wall is built again, and I laugh at myself for wishing such crazy things.
Should I stop denying the feelings that are there?
Denial makes this situation less painful.
Delusion satisfies my need for a happy ending.
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Smoke & Mirrors
PoetryMy life is full of smoke and mirrors. I say one thing, but think another. This poetry book is a backstage pass to my life.
