Everything is a LIE

I love the way I look tonight
But I love more the way we look together
My ego is not big just an illusion
Of whom I once wanted to be.

Now my heart is uncertain of whom I have become
I know I love her but just don’t know who she is anymore
It would be so much easier to just undo so much
It would be so much easier
Yes, it would be,
If I could just jump to her lips and kiss her
But NO!

She is away,
She is taken,
She is young,
Immature,
Uncertain,
Unknown,
Undefined,
Rough around the edges,
A dreamer,
A woman in the complete sense of the word
She is unreachable to me
She is out of reach…

She is a stranger and yet so familiar
I’ve seen her once and more times
I feel her warmth and her scent
Simple and never ending
But she is not there
She is lighting, striking
Quickly, dazzling
A spark that shows up
And hits only once on the same spot
And won’t strike me again
But I want it so bad.

It’s just a dream, a dead wish
A wish to be happy
At someone else’s happiness
That is why I only write these words
For you to never hear them from me
For you that for several reasons
I have lost, pushed back, let go or just forgot.

There is no whining
Nor crying much less regret
Or is it?
Maybe is a way to get out some frustration
Or envy but I’d say it is healthy

Today I wish I’d see her, but even more so
I am not sure if I do,
Or what I’d do if I did
But I know I’ll be nervous,
Happy and intensely, submerged
In the desire and passion but mostly
In the feeling she produces in me
If I don’t see her today, there is a tomorrow
Or maybe a never
But I know she will always
Bring a smile to my face.

From the mind of Cogliostro