Deception in Art

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As dreamers often do

They fire shots at you

Their arrows are skew

When they say I love you

When will dreams end

So that I can real-life tend

Get my broken heart to mend

And still call you friend ?

Cloudy mists fog my mind

In metaphors you have rhymed

With words not so  kind

 Pen on paper not signed

I have also taken aim

And exonerated my blame

Tantalized with no shame

And not left my real name

There is deception in art

Best take care of your heart