perhaps love is just an illusion
a magicians trick
done with mirrors and trap doors
reflecting what we want to see
what we wish to be real
doors we open to reveal
a part of ourselves
then they disappear
trapping our hearts inside
a false hope
maybe what we really seek
is the pain
a punishment for thinking
life could be anything
other than agony
ending as all things do
in death
it rips, rents, crushes my being
I cry, but there are no tears left to me
it stirs, caresses, lures me to feel
I cry, but there are no tears left in me
I don’t think I can take much more
my heart, my body aches
for punishment
and that is what it is
this love
I welcome it as I do
sleepless nights
longing for the magic
to take me away
through the mirrors
to somewhere beyond
the trickery and traps
to feel the wands touch
to believe with all my heart
that it is real
and not merely
a pretense of reality
in disguise
it rips, rents, crushes my being
I cry, but there are no tears left to me
it stirs, caresses, lures me to feel
I cry, but there are no tears left in me
I don’t think I can take much more
of love
a magicians trick
done with mirrors and trap doors
reflecting what we want to see
what we wish to be real
doors we open to reveal
a part of ourselves
then they disappear
trapping our hearts inside
a false hope
maybe what we really seek
is the pain
a punishment for thinking
life could be anything
other than agony
ending as all things do
in death
it rips, rents, crushes my being
I cry, but there are no tears left to me
it stirs, caresses, lures me to feel
I cry, but there are no tears left in me
I don’t think I can take much more
my heart, my body aches
for punishment
and that is what it is
this love
I welcome it as I do
sleepless nights
longing for the magic
to take me away
through the mirrors
to somewhere beyond
the trickery and traps
to feel the wands touch
to believe with all my heart
that it is real
and not merely
a pretense of reality
in disguise
it rips, rents, crushes my being
I cry, but there are no tears left to me
it stirs, caresses, lures me to feel
I cry, but there are no tears left in me
I don’t think I can take much more
of love