Smoke and Mirrors

My Broken Heart

Your love was an illusion.

Somehow you made it appear

and with a puff of smoke,

it disappeared into thin air.

A haze filled my eyes

with your absence,

the fumes of deception

consumed by senses.  

Your tricks worked on me.

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Serra Averill's picture

Wow. This is really nice, I mean besides the negative emotion attached. I think it's very well put and both gives the hint of more, but not 'too much'. I like it.