IllusionA Poem by OhSnapShley
His legendary tricks make me sick,
hateful words leave his lips with no regret, and with no remorse you never come to a conclusion, only to be left with another illusion. The smoke settles down, you're applauded by the crowd, falling for another trick, how many times can you be fooled by the same artifice? A mind full of clarity, because your craftiness is handy, but every time I think I can be, you pull me back in with your mystery. Unknowingly intrigued, by what could be, yet mortified still, from all the misconceptions you sale. Whatever the answer is, I must wait and see, because everybody knows, the best part is the grand finale.
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Added on March 12, 2017 Last Updated on June 20, 2017 AuthorOhSnapShleyFLAboutI've been writing for most of my life. Its always been my outlet. So I started this page to get some more of my stuff out there. If you like something or even if you hate it I want to know. I think fe.. more..Writing
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