When the smoke clears,
And the dust settles,
And the mirrors are broken,
Shattered on the stage,
Love turns to lies,
Illusions of feelings;
You give it up,
You’ve been discovered,
Failed magician,
Trying to fool the world;
Make them believe
That words and kisses,
Really were affection,
Really did enchant;
But the audience leaves,
They walk away,
Knowing this love
Was all just a game,
A show, you couldn’t maintain
©2015 – V. A. Coote
Kool!
Winston: Loved the read! (also me that posted as anonymous, first comment!)