Deception
A laugh, a smile, that special lookas happiness envelops you
in its warm embrace.
A soft murmur of a future
that excites,
happenings that can ignite.
Yet all while as the
murmurings continue to stir-
a blaze begins to slowly burn.
Not a blaze of heat
and warmth - but a fire
consuming and destructive.
It devours, burns slowly from within
possessive and alluring in one,
promising all but giving nothing.
We see it, feel it and draw back
but cannot destroy it.
It is devouring all - it moves on.
It is not love, it is not caring.
Its warmth has icy fingers
Its breath foul acrid air.
It is not luck that saves one.
It is a light that shines from within ones self
A warming light, not a blaze, it is life.
And you are Deception
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