Was it love?
No, it was all a mirage
My feelings speedily washed away
Like vehicles in an entourage
My eyes cried not
Because all along we knew
That our love, misconstrued
An infatuation so crude
Was built on the decency of merciful lies.
We were just too perfect
In our eyes we perceived light
In our flaws we took delight
The late night hugs, the morning kisses,
All gone, now at a loss
To this I was unaccustomed
A situation so unreal.
Reminiscing now, sad
Pen in hand
I accept the blessed relief
That comes with the absence of deceit
I miss though, the mental violation
When at the sight of you
My heart skips a beat.
Sent in by Alle Odhiameh Ayodele
