Shallower Than Empty Words

Who laid his lustful eyes on you had no feelings that matched yours palpitating with tenderness; he had nothing to offer you truly but pretension... not caressing you and making you feel his passion. What seemed true was shallower than empty words; his possessiveness never brought any smile of gladness, any sigh of hope beside a burst of casual laughter you could have done without in the midst of anger. Some say that delights are very short joys, those escaping moments never to be seen again in happier days when time stopped ticking minutes; who can erase them from a mind that couldn't condemn lies but forgive them with a gullible innocence? Can truth be hidden under the mask of pretense? What seemed true seemed shallower than empty words, more painful than an open wound that resisted healing; is it worth chasing a lovely dream until moonlight becomes that invisible glimmer when darkness starts disappearing?