Always on the search for truth
I Hide from it’s Face now and for the first time
Because Ignorance is Bliss
I wouldn’t dream of editing you
And am Glad you Found someone to talk to
But every now and then I wish it wasn’t me
I know you well enough now to see you won’t be falling for me
You won’t be listening for my Heart Beat
The Formers
You’ve divulged these secrets to me
Open as a book
I’ll bend the spine to make my crease clear and visible
There is one who’s left a lurking Impression
I get to see the stains
They won’t wash out
I think it’s too late
I wouldn’t have been enough
Enough to make Taintless the mess they’ve left behind
Lets pretend that I’m ignorant to what You and I both know
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
Always on the search for truth
I Hide from it’s Face now and for the first time
Because Ignorance is Bliss
I wouldn’t dream of editing you
And am Glad you Found someone to talk to
But every now and then I wish it wasn’t me
I know you well enough now to see you won’t be falling for me
You won’t be listening for my Heart Beat
The Formers
You’ve divulged these secrets to me
Open as a book
I’ll bend the spine to make my crease clear and visible
There is one who’s left a lurking Impression
I get to see the stains
They won’t wash out
I think it’s too late
I wouldn’t have been enough
Enough to make Taintless the mess they’ve left behind
Lets pretend that I’m ignorant to what You and I both know
Thank you to my Fifth Muse
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