Apate
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1 min readJan 29, 2016
Apate is my sight
illusion, it creates
a force to see the unreal
his eyes tell me he loves me
Apate is my mind
a deceit to my soul
a whisper to believe the unreasonable
he cares about me, only me
Apate is my sense
Composing an enigma I wish not to escape
A magic that arouses me
His touch, oh like we’re meant to be
Apate is my heart
What a trick I fall for
I’m falling deep into an abyss
He is now someone else’s
Originally published at thecommonanomaly.wordpress.com on January 29, 2016.