I’ve mastered the art
of sounding convincing;
I had you from the start
though, in truth, I can’t
discern fact from fiction.
It’s all rehearsed banter,
an overdone magic trick
I’m a poetic enchanter-
writing hypnotizing rhymes,
using spellbinding diction.
It’s just trickery, a ploy
to get you to stick around
long enough to mistake decoys
for something meaningful,
more than a lie masquerade.
You’re just about caught
between reality and fantasy
used to advance the plot
and open-mouthed, you’ll
soon realize why you stayed.
For invention, my verse is
pretty believable, you’ll say,
good enough to hit rewind
and play it all over again.
Rewrite:
I’ve mastered the art
of sounding convincing;
I had you from the start
though, in truth, I can’t
separate fact from fiction.
It’s all rehearsed banter,
an overdone magic trick.
I’m a poetic enchanter-
writing hypnotizing rhymes,
using spellbinding diction.
It’s just trickery, a ploy
to get you to stick around
long enough to mistake decoys
for something meaningful,
more than a lie masquerade.
You’re just about caught
between reality and fantasy
used to advance the plot
and open-mouthed, you’ll
soon realize why you stayed.
You’re just about caught
between reality and fantasy
used to advance the plot
and open-mouthed, you’ll
soon realize why you stayed.
love this stanza in this poem... a good poem and I can say it, your inderect way done autobiography with multiple meanings... your comments in litle more detail are welcomed and today is valentine day... happy time for you