Your World Of Lies

You left me too many times

for me to give you another chance

And you left me with too many scars

for me to join you in another dance

Yet that's exactly what this is

Dancing around the truth

You'll always dodge my tries

And build your world of lies

You don't know the meaning

of a childish illusion and trance

And you never knew just what

a rainbow hope could enhance

Yet that's exactly what this is

Spellbound by the truth

You'll always dodge my tries

And build your world of lies

I'm naïve to still hope for you

Stubborn and stupid not to let go

Even when wrapped in someone else's arms

I did my best to forget about you

Obviously I affected you so

Even when wrapped in someone else's arms

Closing my eyes, I dream of you

Dreaming was all we ever knew

That's exactly what this is

Dreaming about the truth

You'll always dodge my tries

And build your world of lies

I'll live in my childish illusion

'Til there's something real to salute

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This is a piece of lyrics cross-referenced from my usual site http://poetinthejar.blogspot.com. It came to me from nowhere, trying to catch the words floating about in the air, the words that would help me deal with you.

It has gone almost a year.

Since then you have returned to me, and left me again; with every time etching deeper into my mind, no matter how much I fight it. What scares you so...? What scares me so?

So terrified to get tied up to something else while there is still a chance, a possibility, no matter how small; that when we see eachother you'll fall. And it would be meant to be.

August is coming with quick paced steps, and we're both going to be in the same place at the same time for the same purpose. What will happen there? Will you look past me, easily; like you always did? Will I catch a glance from you, and fall hopelessly, even more than I already did? Will we both dance around eachother, and the truth, forever; always knowing what could have been, but never, ever pretending like we did...?

Three cheers for sweet August to come by, at least afterwards I will know if you were worth the trouble.

POET in the GLASS JAR