Smoke and mirrors

Just words

           Smoke and mirrors

Smoke and mirrors we became. Once we locked our doors and we believed love was life. On a hot Summer day, we made promises we could not keep. Who is wrong and who is wrong? We do not know. Now we live in an smoke and mirror house. Where lies and truth, became the same.

  

                  Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Some words.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think in the old days, our younger days...we made promises that we had no idea as to whether or not we could keep them...we just promised to get instant gratification....
we were like the pop singers would sing....about forever's and i think we were naive enough to think
our loves would last forever. We look into the mirror now and see just ourselves...in our own eyes, we see life as it turned out...some promises kept...others lost in the smoke.
j.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Jacob. We change and sometimes, not for the better. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Neville]

when the party is over... there is often much to tidy away clear up and hide... sad as it may be.. Great words sir..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville for reading and the comment. When it is finished. Rarely can gain entrance again.

[Light and ashes]

When marriage becomes stale and there is no more love or life in it, what is left to hold on to? Powerful words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Some chains are hard to break. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Light and ashes]

Very astute observation! They indeed are! Always welcome.

[emmajoy]

Can imagine this as a painful wander through youth.. wanting so much at a specific time.. then.. finding feelings have got the better.. or maybe, the worse of you. Nobody decent means to hurt anyone, but, seems it happens behind that smoke and mirror house... mind.. time. Guess, on second thoughts, that people all of all ages, slip and slide in emotional matters.. love, fancy, desire is often hard to understand. Perhaps.

[Coyote Poetry]

People forget what make them one. Slowly falling apart and forgetting what love was. Thank you dear Emma for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[emmajoy]

Hope to remember how to be a good friend, John. Take care of yourself, find some happy memories and thoughts.. please.