Willing Suspension of Disbelief
I am loved
The object of passion’s desire
But the only witness
To what’s left after the fire
This contradiction makes me author
Of an inconvenient life
That compromises peace
And bruises paradise
Conversations linger, forever incomplete
Portrayals of the future fade
Stand in the spotlight
Words drifting into dark
Knowing they may never find a tender heart
Sit in the dark of the unknown
Watch the show roll on
Pretend your not alone
Solitude is not always a monster
But true, there’s no solace in soliloquy
The sound falls heavy
To dim the flame within me
Everything about a presence
Collapses in its absence
Everything priceless and free
Time to count the cost of
The willing suspension of disbelief
from Chanteuse
December 19, 2011
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