Wandering brilliance
Like a floating moth
Attracted to the lamp light.
But shining at a distorted angle
With patched shadows in the night.
We've been blindfolded by a cloth
Bound tightly around our eyes.
With shrouded thruth in a tangle
And a mess of all your lies.
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
