Pretending

by RecycleBin   Sep 17, 2011


She expects me to be blind,
But I watch her eyes,
They stare right through me,
Like the winds,
vaporize the clouds in autumn skies.

She tells me all the time,
That she loves me.
But outside it's raining,
And inside it's pouring.
Slowly Washing away,
Everything I believe could be.

Silently I hear her screams,
Washing away, all my dreams.

She says,
she isn't going anywhere.
But through the walls,
I see movements,
Of an apparition love affair.

She looking for happiness,
What she doesn't know,
Shes got a little of something,
Right here beside her,
It's better than she knows,

Tonight I'm lonely,
In this bed she lies next to me.
I watch her sleep,
I'm dreaming,
That she could love me,
I'm pretending,
That she really loves me...

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