Oh, to be blind, shielded from your deceit,
A fake love's facade, a bitter receipt.
To be deaf, a respite from honeyed lies,
False words that cut, like silent cries.
Wish I was sensitive, to people's true intent,
To see through your mask, to discern, prevent.
But blind to your falsehoods, my heart was lent,
A sweet poison's embrace, my soul it spent.
Slowly, it kills me, this venom so sly,
Your deceitful love, like a cunning spy.
In silence, it consumes, heartache's lullaby,
Wish I was blind, before love's goodbye.
-Snowflake-
