What is it that you think you see A vision of loveliness tied to a tree bound & tethered for eternity A fine haze of desire burns your eyes Rapture fills your senses with overpowering delight She is beyond approach A delicate illusion slipping beyond your feeble grasp tonight Hey, hey, is this what it feels like to be in the circus jump through the ring on her finger swing on that trapeze try not to look down have to please whatever crowd anticipates your fall and hers their faces all blurs no more real than the tears on your face or the hope that won’t linger Somewhere else in a life never lived we would have been fine that’s not now or then how did I ever find my way back here again head spinning, heart beating way too fast rushing out of bed for a dream that won’t last all smoke and mirrors leather pants & boots & repressed sighs flame at the ready to burn a heart to cinders One more time.Birth sign: Capricorn
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