January 7, 2010
An illusion before me
it disappears
like your love
and my worst fear
He tells me sweet nothings
as he whispers in my ear,
but his nothings
have become my fear.
Careless words
spoken so perfect
to a dying heart
in the right moment.
Elysium filling my soul
a smile,
a wink,
I fold.
One mistake
his profession
he disappears
my magician.

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