he's my sun blocked by your grey clouds
he gives me warmth but I don't see .
illusions illusions tells me that your grey
Vapour are the fire keeping me warm .
So I chased your clouds . and left the sun .
now I'm shivering in the rain , wishing
that I didn't believe the illusions . Oh , how do I do so tho ? I was so in love , and love itself is illusions , loves a magic show , full of beauty , full of tricks , full of dirty little games and you were the magician .
YOU ARE READING
whispers of wednesdays.
Romance"Love cant be forced , but love can change things , even his feelings" her words echoed in my head , the dilemma screaming .
