Every time
You seep back under my eyes
You act like no undone misdeed
Ever unjustly tainted your view
Of me
Every time
I wonder if you’ll ever send to me
The redress for the way you were sightless
With the lies
I did not say
Perhaps
The shame you weigh
Brings you to prove yourself
More than silly
As I deem you
Yet the tease
In your utterance never completely lost me
The reconstituted path however unaligned is gravity
As likely as not for my detriment
As for my good
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC
Every time
You seep back under my eyes
You act like no undone misdeed
Ever unjustly tainted your view
Of me
Every time
I wonder if you’ll ever send to me
The redress for the way you were sightless
With the lies
I did not say
Perhaps
The shame you weigh
Brings you to prove yourself
More than silly
As I deem you
Yet the tease
In your utterance never completely lost me
The reconstituted path however unaligned is gravity
As likely as not for my detriment
As for my good