Mar 2014
I misjudged someone.
I took their appearance as hindrance
to their appeal.
It doesn't feel good to look at that face
and think about
what could've been.
I took their appearance as hindrance
to their appeal.
It doesn't feel good to look at that face
and think about
what could've been.
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)
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