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Tromp-L’œil


“It is not meant to be“, says the mind
while the heart still isn‘t sure about
possible consequences of blindly following
feelings without asking the eyes for permission

Your eyes speak volumes, but your mind has
decided that your heart should love
her, you think your feelings have tricked you
they made you feel love for someone like me

There is no space for me in a life like yours
With picture perfect attributes and no room
for broken hearts, deviations from the grand plan
or a heart that rules over your own conscience

A twist of fate wont change your schedule
in which you are occupied, but i‘ve got time
on my hands, but my mind will be busy
thinking about what could have been

But never will be, and so our eyes meet every
once in a while, trying to avoid that they know
just as well as my mind and your mind that
all of this is just an act of self-delusion

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