Mirages

#672

She always self-sabotages
And runs toward mirages
When interest is shown
Trust is irreparably blown
There's no getting it back
It's too much to unpack
She'll politely tell you, no
Then find an oasis and go
But the oasis is a dream
She runs out of steam
Wakes soaked with sweat
And it's anybody's bet
Just what she'll do next
If they miss the subtext 
In the soul of her rhyme
Saying she's out of time
rksmith
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