I am not the love of your life.
And neither are you, mine.
Illusion is an outcast we both leave behind.
Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
The chameleon crept to where he resides.
He hides in a crack in the wall,
The place his identity is unalibied
And his true colors are recalled.
As the sun shone bright behind me
The girl that I had been
Appeared in slender shadow
As I walked westward home.
⬆To the Top ⬆