If my trust in you was a form of art, surely my mistake was my masterpiece
Two organisms without Eyes
blindly react to each touch
Each payment does not add to much
how did you see me through stained glass?
and I'm guilty of hiding
but was I hiding?
Or were you denying my pure intention?
Would one consider that lesson,
Or did I misjudge you for someone with pure intention?
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
If my trust in you was a form of art, surely my mistake was my masterpiece
Two organisms without Eyes
blindly react to each touch
Each payment does not add to much
how did you see me through stained glass?
and I'm guilty of hiding
but was I hiding?
Or were you denying my pure intention?
Would one consider that lesson,
Or did I misjudge you for someone with pure intention?
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