Chelsea Van Sickle · Aug 5, 2012
Smoke and Mirrors

As we walk down this hall.
Out of this house,
And toward the street
Lingering in our eyes are looks of defeat.
Everything we thought we knew
Was smoke and mirrors.
It wasn't true.
There was nothing real between us two.
As time went on the illusions grew
Unlike the bond between me and you.

 
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