The Disguise
I tell myself that you are here.
Beside me, whispering in my ear.
Blocking the way for what I fear.
And holding my hand to keep me near.
I tell myself that your sweet lips
Carry a tune that makes me trip.
And your soft warm fingertips,
Stroke the shape of an ellipse.
My eyes have been kept closed.
The thought of stopping I oppose.
You are precious like a rose.
And I don't want to lose you, no.
But I open my eyes.
I don't know why.
I see it was a big disguise.
And then I begin to cry.
Copyright © Dragon Emperor | Year Posted 2020
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