What an illusion you think you create
Playing the games you play
So why can’t you look me in the eye
When you say the things you say
Look at the things that cannot be touched
Touch what you cannot see
Try and remember what you said
And was it said to me
I see your shadows dance in the light
They are not hidden from view
My heart can see them
The same as it sees through you
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
What an illusion you think you create
Playing the games you play
So why can’t you look me in the eye
When you say the things you say
Look at the things that cannot be touched
Touch what you cannot see
Try and remember what you said
And was it said to me
I see your shadows dance in the light
They are not hidden from view
My heart can see them
The same as it sees through you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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