Love Delusions

Ask why the monk hides in mountains deep
Secluded from desire, baring pain through unbound feet.
Or give a drunken bum a dollar and ask him to tell you her name. Sing a song he will with the screams of Kane.
Misplaced emotions causing storms so fierce in the mind, all we can do is try and hold on, maintain some frame in time.
When its not so simple as abuse, cheating or mad drug use...
A reason answer sounds like a pathetic excuse.
Following the strings of the heart connected and separating from a simple fusion.
Smacked in the face, two hold confusion.
Two once held each other, left with just friends
seems like a sick delusion,
And all the while, I'm to blame.
Me and this sad silly heart whispering her name
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