Smoke and Mirrors

I wonder was it ever as i did belive. Was it more than a midnight encounter something that fuels a drunks thoughts and emptys his pockets fater than a closing time bar bill. As from the street I view the place I so often spent my nights looking down at the misfits I now call company. Her shadow haunts the window never daring to gaze directly at the fool she once shared her bed with and so little else. Bitter thoughts turn in my mind as the emptyness of my stomach matches my heart. As haunt her shadows only hoping to to catch a glimpse of that womabn. who taut me pain and anger like a beaten dog yearning for love from someone who only understands pain. Was it all smoke and mirrors a cheap illusion like something seen off the vegas strip. As now I stand a cheap parody of a strong pissed off liar. There is no mask that hide a fool. As take one last glare at that window were a young fool once would watch old drunks scatter after last call. Till one night he stared to long and found himself standing in same place . A fool who sat amazed never knowing. That loves greatest illusion is all smoke and mirrors.