Desaroyandose

I didn't come quite prepared
But maybe I can
Glean some insight
From your social queues
Give me some time
And I'll give you some space
Show me the line
And I'll save you some face
It's all an illusion
An optical trick
All smoke and mirrors
The fog it is thick
Beautiful blue hues
In the distance I see
Faint hints of design
Fermenting in me
Try and deconstruct
Layers of mold
Try and you'll find
The world's not half as cold
It's all an illusion
An audible click
All waves crashing violently
To generate blips
I hope that it
Isn't too late
To tell you how I feel
And feeling is fate
And fate it is destiny
Tainted and contrived
Behind all the magic
Outside all the knives
But this it is true
True and untouched
At risk of sounding cliché
I love you so much