Playground of Lies
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| All an illusion |
| Empty words to pass the
time |
| And fill the spaces emptied by wounds |
| Left bleeding too long
and scarred too deep |
| Doesn't mean anything |
| Except for the fleeting moment |
| Of a smile in a flickering lifetime |
| That shapes itself in separating destinies |
| I can touch you though |
| I know you can't feel me |
| You let me touch you though |
| You know I know you can't feel me |
| Feeling her instead |
| But it's all in our heads |
| Just a game with no kneepads |
| Fall down and no one gets hurt |
| Because it's |
| All an illusion. |
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| © Sonja Torres 2000 |