Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Mirage

Mirage


Our love is just a mirage

I can see it but there's nothing there

Why then do I keep on fallin

For these one sided love affairs



Ours was a whirlwind courtship always together having fun

Sharing lots of drinks and laughs, always on the run

It was there on the dance floor as I held you tight

I gazed into your eyes and saw your love light

We were getting closer at least that’s what I thought

But, I was a placeholder, for another whom you sought.



From far away I see the fire

But when I’m close I can’t feel the heat

You’re the object of my desire

But it seems you have cold feet



Like a man in a dessert, dying of thirst

Reaches out for water, and grabs nothing but dirt

The love in your eyes I see, is not really there

Cause when I get closer, it just disappears

You’re a cool drink of water, and I really need a drink

But your love is just an illusion, gone with just a blink



Our love is just a mirage

You can see it but there's nothing there

Why then do I keep on fallin

For these one sided love affairs



When you think somebody loves you

And you want to believe that they do –

You ignore all the signs, that tell you they're untrue.

You give into your passion, as you feel you must

Then suddenly you’re wondering

Is this love or is this lust?



From far away I see the fire

But when I’m close I can’t feel the heat

You’re the object of my desire

But it seems you have cold feet



If you stand too close to fire, you know you will get burned

Can you feel my desire, or haven’t I yet learned

That your love is just an illusion, to be seen and not felt

A cold apparition, even my fire can not melt

That cold heart of yours, remains hidden from my view

Disguised by a ghostly love, of a woman who’s untrue



Our love is just a mirage

You can see it but there's nothing there

Why then do I keep on fallin

For these one sided love affairs

1 comment:

  1. i wish i had such a talent you have, to express myself...you do it really well Poppa!

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