Illusions
my eyes sometimes
just feel as if I was a child
so strange
a conscious moment
of existance
keeps me in a cricle of disbelief
could I ever
see a woman in the mirror
so strong...
but no...
my fate is one of dreamers
never quite fullfilled
I guess growing
means you can't feel small anymore
whether virgin or whore
noone can hide forever
in a social world
'cause you end up screaming
it's like a candy cane
all the romances along my way
they just melt away
like they were too sweet anyway
and I hide my face trying to believe
it wasn't me who was swept away
it just seems that a real thing
has more value
than the whole rollercoaster of illusions
if only I could breathe
I could build something so real
something I could touch and feel
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"...in the frozen night I prayed, for a touch of warmth so long delayed...
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