Confiding in you,
Oh, you haven’t a clue.
My truth will only darken you.
Still, I drag you in my tow,
And selfishly, I retch my woe.
But even if you’d focus,
I still don’t think you’d notice,
Foulness masked with cinnamon.
A bleeding heart of silicon.
You cannot see the path I tread,
Where you see cake, I just see bread.
Virginal eyes deceive you, boy!
Is there any part of this you enjoy?
I do not want to tear you apart,
So if I ever kiss and leave, know this,
I can't corrupt your crystal heart.
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Starbeam (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Excellent write
A really good read, beautifully written
been in that situation once or twice.... the years and the tears do add on or take away, whichever pov is used. truly felt. have an awesome new year.
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