A Perfect World, or so it seems,
that lulls you into foolish dreams.
Infatuation breeds disguise,
she is the one, no compromise.
Deceiving smiles that hypnotize,
and blind you to her schemes.
But then your world is shattered and spun.
No reason why escapes her tongue.
A sudden change of truth to lies,
Deceit within her cold, dark eyes,
And cutting, razor-edged goodbyes,
While she flies to the sun.
Alas, the end, and then she’s gone,
And the pain appears and lingers on.
To disbelief and loneliness,
Despondency and emptiness.
And pieces of your heart, a mess.
A world, once right, now wrong.
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It’s easier just not to think,
A broken chain with broken links.
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to hide,
No passing time will ease your mind.
The world a daze, you stagger blind,
And low and lower sink.
The bottom is a rock they say,
A cold, hard stone you’re forced to lay.
No consequence, no will, no fear,
And bitterness, it now appears.
You slide onto the lowest tier,
And crawl beneath to stay.
But then you wake from where you’ve been,
And rise to fight the fight again.
The Perfect World you’ve longed to find,
Appears from corners of your mind.
And in a dream the ties unbind,
As night slips into day.
Time goes by, and days, they die,
But new light’s shined upon your eyes.
Is she the one? Or but a thought?
You long to feel, but fear is wrought.
To see it through, and not for naught,
To face a new sunrise.
Sweet deliverance, chains no more,
As tears and fears flee out the door.
The hurt a wisp, the pain abates,
A Perfect World, the night to day.
The past, a ghost that flees away,
And binds it all no more.
Now years have passed. They twist and twirl.
A life in color, love unfurled.
While heartache shares with happiness,
And grief and sorrow still impress,
There’s never, ever loneliness,
To end your Perfect World.
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