Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Blind Eye









2 January 2018 



You think you want me
But you love her shell more
I chose to turn a blind eye
For 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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