What is love but an illusion
A hole to fill, insecurity
Not quite real
and yet you believe
’tis been the way of dreamers
A dream out of reach
Something you awake from
A deep slumber
An illusion
Just an illusion
This fantasy
This phantom dream
Posted in: Poetry
Adt Patel
Aug 22, 2015
It is an apparition that never ceases to haunt us.
Darren Greenidge
Aug 22, 2015
Indeed it is!