Just An Illusion

The perfect one was just an illusion.
She was never there.
Her raven hair was actually blonde, but with niggers skin covering every strand of her nappy hair.
Her glossy smile was only grease from a niggers cock.
Her ivy green eyes were just bruises and tears from a broken heart and from breaking others.
Her passion filled kisses were just my imagination of anothers kiss.
Her figure was just the sad story of an anorexic girl hiding from the world.
Her personality was just a cover up to hide her true self,
Which need less to say was a bitch.
Everything about her never shined... just shunned with shame.
I only shook because of the chilly weather.
For someone hard to please,
I wasn't pleased when I found the inner core underneath all the skin and lies.
I wasn't stunned... I was just having a let out of the knees.
The perfect one was just an illusion.
The blood in my veins was my own.
The non-stop thought in my mind was just a thought of an imaginary love.
The only thing that keeps me alive was my true friends and the thought that a love is out there for me somewhere.
I never thought I'd find the perfect one,
Well I haven't yet.
The perfect one was just an illusion.
The lies kept her covered the time being,
But she has revealed her non-stop lies,
Her actual self,
And her monstrous being with in.
The perfect one was just an illusion.