Smoke and Mirrors

Preying on your weakness

Betrayal he imparts

Promising forever, playing with your heart

Keeping talents hidden as in a game of darts

He hits the bullseye once, you can’t believe the feel

And while your heart is healing

He starts tightening the reel

You flounder in the wake

While slowly being pulled back in

Almost unbelieving when he leaves you once again

A dream of love’s a fine thing, but can cut as sharp as scissors

Avoid being fooled by only smoke and mirrors.

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