Realistic Fantasy

Read between the lines.

You render me helpless,
unable to move,
Your words bitter in tasting,
Yet sound oh so smooth,

With a piercing stare of a thousand suns,
You leak memories of the past,
Whispering idealisms,
Of a feeling not built to last,

Your tough, strong, built exterior,
in itself, entangles lies,
with a spotlight, slowly breaking down,
hidden deep within your eyes,

A twisted smile,
masks all known as true,
your hiding behind sweet porcelain,
hiding away from...you,

Your laugh seems to have vanished,
I can't hear its delicate sound,
enlaced into the eves of history,
And yet its presence, so profound,

Your short trimmed hair,
So delicately gelled back,
like an army of soldiers,
or kangaroos in the outback,

And when you close your eyes,
you drift off into fantasy,
Which is really reality,
hidden in your own morality.