Love Poem: Smoke and Mirrors
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Written by: Tony Clffton

Smoke and Mirrors

I wonder was it ever as i did belive.
Was it more than a midnight encounter something that  fuels a drunks thoughts 
and  emptys his pockets  fater than a closing time bar bill.

As from the street I view   the place I so often spent my nights looking down
at the misfits I now call company.
Her shadow haunts the window never daring to gaze directly  at the fool she once 
shared her bed   with  and so little else.

Bitter thoughts turn in my mind as the emptyness of my stomach matches  
my heart.

As haunt her shadows  only hoping to to catch a glimpse of that womabn.
who taut me pain and anger like a beaten dog yearning  for love 
from someone  who only understands pain.

Was it all smoke and mirrors  a cheap illusion like something  
seen off the vegas strip.
As now I stand  a cheap parody of a strong  pissed off liar.
There is no mask that hide a fool.

As take one last glare  at that window  were a young fool
once would watch  old drunks  scatter after last call.
Till one night  he stared to long and found himself  
standing in same place .

A fool who  sat  amazed never knowing.
That  loves  greatest illusion is all smoke and mirrors.