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You tie me up in knots that are intricately woven, lead me through the pool of tears,each step an anguished sob, wracked from a bruised chest that is battered from pain. Yet still I follow you to the ends of the earth, losing myself in you. Waiting for a smile when you see it fit to really look at me, when you notice the tired lines round my eyes from constantly watching you. You suspend me on a string of suspense drawing me further from what I want. I exist in an inanimate state where thoughts of you cloud all logic. I reach for you in the dark and my fingers go right through you, You are merely a ghost of what I need, disintegrating with each passing hour. Am drowning my sorrows in a pool of illusions, seeing only what I need to, feeling only what I can stand. I lose track of what is a manipulation of my mind and what is real. You are here with me and yet I can look right through you. A master of deception and flattery, I am helpless to fight your charms. I am lost in a reality full of dreams created by you.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC
The Illusionist
You tie me up in knots that are intricately woven, lead me through the pool of tears,each step an anguished sob, wracked from a bruised chest that is battered from pain. Yet still I follow you to the ends of the earth, losing myself in you. Waiting for a smile when you see it fit to really look at me, when you notice the tired lines round my eyes from constantly watching you. You suspend me on a string of suspense drawing me further from what I want. I exist in an inanimate state where thoughts of you cloud all logic. I reach for you in the dark and my fingers go right through you, You are merely a ghost of what I need, disintegrating with each passing hour. Am drowning my sorrows in a pool of illusions, seeing only what I need to, feeling only what I can stand. I lose track of what is a manipulation of my mind and what is real. You are here with me and yet I can look right through you. A master of deception and flattery, I am helpless to fight your charms. I am lost in a reality full of dreams created by you.
EmmelineEm
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F/Ugandan
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC
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