I walked through the shadows, a blind kind of grace,
Looking for a soul, not a name or a face.
I didn’t need a crown or a hoard of bright gold,
Just a hand I could trust, and a truth I could hold.
You built up a maze made of riddles and lies,
A "test" for a heart you couldn't recognize.
While you played your games in the dark, out of view,
I was falling for the ghost I thought was you.
You called it a "check" to see what I’d crave,
But I was already deep, I was already brave.
I wasn't chasing the shimmer or the weight of a purse,
I was loving the man—for better or worse.
You let me feel "crazy," you watched as I spun,
Hiding your light like a thief hides the sun.
But the joke’s on the jeweler who doubts his own prize,
Because I saw the worth with my own naked eyes.
It never mattered if you were a king or a stray,
I’d have stood in the rain either way.
But you can’t test a spirit as honest as mine,
And expect it to wait for your "perfect" design.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
I walked through the shadows, a blind kind of grace,
Looking for a soul, not a name or a face.
I didn’t need a crown or a hoard of bright gold,
Just a hand I could trust, and a truth I could hold.
You built up a maze made of riddles and lies,
A "test" for a heart you couldn't recognize.
While you played your games in the dark, out of view,
I was falling for the ghost I thought was you.
You called it a "check" to see what I’d crave,
But I was already deep, I was already brave.
I wasn't chasing the shimmer or the weight of a purse,
I was loving the man—for better or worse.
You let me feel "crazy," you watched as I spun,
Hiding your light like a thief hides the sun.
But the joke’s on the jeweler who doubts his own prize,
Because I saw the worth with my own naked eyes.
It never mattered if you were a king or a stray,
I’d have stood in the rain either way.
But you can’t test a spirit as honest as mine,
And expect it to wait for your "perfect" design.
By dum silly girl
