Everything seems to be
A simple illusion
Knowing my broken heart needs
Badly, a blood transfusion…
My body, still and cold, indeed,
Is in a state of confusion,
While memories of yesterday
Are polluting my tarnished mind…
Still looking for a simple solution
For a problem I thought was behind,
But is re-surfacing again
In a form of an infusion
Through my saturated vain
The one leading to my heart
Causing me a great pain…
When nothing is the same
Since you devastated my life
With your grotesque instruction…
Reason for this enormous disillusion
Leaving no even a single chance
Of you ever becoming my wife…
In me you left an erasable stain
That perpetuates this illusion,
Knowing it is just another strife
Transformed into a permanent dream
Of having you again…
A problem with no simple solution….
AN ILLUSION
