Words

It was merely a planet of words a world of fervor that ignited the slightest spin All the expressions you whispered to me, That seemed to be so true. Were nothing but uncaring assurances, Surprised I was to hear them from you They seemed so real and true pledging my soul to the candidness of the sufferings of love The worship seemed a beautiful dream The conviction apparently was a pastime The look in your eyes, the unusual bliss The gestures of warmth, the captivating touch Were but a optical illusion, I should have looked through The heart knew yet was not wanting to believe That it was a mere deliberate proceed Deep inside the sensitivity knew, that it was a mere trick I was just another ingredient to the lighter meals you made just another trophy to add to your list of cheated hearts. I wonder why I still think about you, After all your shunnings and sickly slippery words. I think its because a desolated heart was made to feel like a special lass. I thought you cared, and that I was the only one. Sad, it found its end with the territory all unclear. Madness knew no bounds, yet it was a beautiful illusion, till it lasted I know, I will never forget you nor will I ever mourn the end I will always remember you in my years to come Until my eternal good-bye to succumb to the end.