Delusion If love is an illusion, then why do your words stab right through me? So you can’t bear my open arms? You reject my giving soul, you make me weak. If love is an illusion, how do I see you? If by magic you come into my life cutting open my heart to bleed... You realize you need me. I am not an illusion but a woman. Only I’m not your woman. Do you want me? June 8, 2009 Michelle Klear |