The Illusionist

A Magician never divulges his secrets So how he managed to break my heart while already broken I’ll never know It was not viable, Then again, any trick can be duplicated, if remembered correctly Rewind, replay, on my mind Was it a slight of the hand? The flick of the wrist Or the abandonment of all disregard To society, to pride, and to us In those caramel eyes That hypnotized me Into believing his illusions of love Which left me awestruck Doves and Roses Hidden underneath sophisticated overcoats “Baby, I’ll never do it again” Pulling promises out of thin air Magic, I suppose Complicated locks and bolts Flashy Velvet, sequins, and gold plated cages Lead me to believe in mystery Of Romance To have faith in in miracles, Even reformation, perhaps Oh, but Baby you made a fool of me Devoid of all machinery, intricate backstage knots It was a simple trickery Disloyalty, behind a locked door That broke my heart