Black slide

Diffused light...
Is it all lie?
Most beautiful sight,
or it's cause I hie?

My chest shivered
for a tiny trice,
I was impeled
like a thrown dice,
or my imagination  was compelled?

Deceived with fake look,
untruth don't hurt much,
but my heart he took,
from the first veracious touch,
now I try myself to rook.

It's not easy feeling to tell,
incertitude grow even more,
slight disinterest I smell,
on my mind making sore,
''I'm here'' to him yell.

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