Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Blind Eye

You think you want me
But you love her shell more
I chose to turn a blind eye
Mine is not what you pine for

Would it feel like freedom
A whole love meaning happy 
Thoughts & touches in tandem
To the feelings voiced to be
Not just rhymes or rhythms
Of faux meaning running free

Your heart
You proclaim I hold
My heart 
Craves both shell & soul

Whole love is a myth
Like I am the idealist


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