Love is Not Real

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Why do you play with my heart

You say magic is not real

And love is only a dream

Why do you play with my feelings

And say that it is not real

Why do you create a scene

Catching your breath

When walking past me

Saying it is not real

Taking love as a game

Why do you keep yourself away

Away from me

Playing with my heart

Even though you feel it too

You say love is only a game

A dream

Something that can’t be real

Brown Eyes

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Deep brown eyes looking at me

Looking at me with love

Tender passion

Arising passion

I can’t deny

Because of the bond

I can’t accept because of  “real” life

Feelings aside

No passion inside

I can’t lie anymore

I can’t be truthful now

How do I survive

From this moment on to the next

How do I lie

I am not ready yet to reveal the truth

Deep brown eyes

Looking at me with love

Arising passion

It is no fashion How I feel inside

There is no comparison