Its nothing but an illusion,
you & me watching the sun
go down,
your hands on the back of
my neck,
lips pressing onto each other,
eyes closed & feeling the intensity.

Its nothing but an illusion,
as we strolled on the beach,
holding our footwear and each other's arms,
mindless talking that comes
from the whiskey.

Its nothing but an illusion,
we were back inside the car,
cozy and warm, the stereo was On.
Thunderstorm bringing us together,
and i cuddled him like
jasmine creeping on the tree.

I opened my eyes,
pictures on mind,
few pearls rolling down my cheeks.
Sitting on the porch,
i watched the sunset with cigarettes.
Memories are illusions of reality.
Bloody memories.
© ArtEcstatic