I almost forgot
It was a magic show.
Absorbed by the illusion
You created in this small arena.
As you stop and stare at me
For a minute
I believe it is real
I believe I am in love.
Engrossed in the illusion of us
Our love, our life, our future children,
Our…
The divinity of the Pluralism
The comfort of the possessive pronoun
‘MY MAN’
Guard down
Walls broken
I come running to your open arms
I leap….
The illusionist disappears.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 2:45 AM UTC
I almost forgot
It was a magic show.
Absorbed by the illusion
You created in this small arena.
As you stop and stare at me
For a minute
I believe it is real
I believe I am in love.
Engrossed in the illusion of us
Our love, our life, our future children,
Our…
The divinity of the Pluralism
The comfort of the possessive pronoun
‘MY MAN’
Guard down
Walls broken
I come running to your open arms
I leap….
The illusionist disappears.
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