POETRY

Blind

Blinded by the light in the love you give me
My heart was too sore to seek further
So when they whispered your faults in my ear
I could only hear and not see it
And your lies were planted like a seed into my brain
Portrayed as a question
As it grew, I did not know the difference between my mind and my heart or the truth and your story

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