Illusions

Don’t wait for the One
For Love to be Real
Because there is no such thing
This illusionary glimpse
That is joy
Is only the whisper of lust
Deceptive in its throb
In its chemical high
And the feeling of falling
Is the real part
At the bottom
At the Break
That is the moment
Everything becomes
Real.

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