My steps were firm and sure,
My thoughts, clear as day,
My path seemed so uncertain,
My devotion not to sway
I didn't know of of your choices,
I didn't know all of your heart.
I didn't know where to learn,
I didn't know how to start.
You seemed so right
--but I was so wrong
You seemed so true
--But it couldn't last long
I've made a mistake
I've stayed unspoken
I've offered my trust
I've been left broken














Comments
but :C angst. -hug-
--
who weeps for these . . ?
weeps for corruption.
--
"She dealt her pretty words like blades
How glittering they shone!-
And every one unbared a nerve,
Or wantoned with a bone."
~Emily Dickinson
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