Concealed behind my lies,
They weren’t my plans,
They were my disguise
Exploited to avoid my hearts’ desire.
Skepticism beyond my soul;
Trusting you proves problematic
While allowing truth to navigate the threshold,
Something strained becomes automatic.
If I don’t have your view
Will I ever gain your heart?
When my mind only desires you,
How could we ever be apart?
A love note; so cliché,
Simply seeing you could make my day.
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