False love…
Forbidden, yet it feels real.
You hide your wound, you cannot deal.
It strikes your hand, your tongue can't heal.
Proxy lovers, a hidden seal,
The wound won't reveal, the pain you feel.
Blind worm climbs, eyes fixed above,
A clever fool, a false kind of love.
Feed the cat—that is the aim.
Catch the fish—that is the game.
Worm, cat, fish—each plays its role.
The fisherman smiles. He owns them all.
The cat looks up, the cat looks down—
Its belly full, all else can drown.
One hook, one fish, one simple line:
Your tool, my sign.
Some pass it by, some hold it near—
Your love, my fear.
Same body, same life to choose,
Two truths, two eyes — which one to use?
Lies slip from lips, a heart to steal.
False names, false loves, all part of the deal.
Alone you stand, alone you feel,
In day, in night, in dream, in fall — it's all real.
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