Saturday, September 11, 2004

Bedtime Stories

This arrangement of ours is temporary,
this moment fleeting at best.
In our cleverness we have crafted
sensations of mutual fondness.
This thread of reason is tearing the seams
but the look in your eye seems genuine,
I have always been fooled by deception.
Tonight we are fools for love.
These declarations are biting to hear.
The shallow words pierce through my heart.
Our mere expectations will not be sufficient
to fabricate something of depth.
These dreams are mechanically driven,
this dance merely renders illusion.
I was fooled by your cunning deception.
Tonight we are fools for love

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