Many months since I left you
Many days without virtue
The blast from the past
Falls down from the sky
The truth of your feeling
Worth more than my reason
My question now stands
To pull out the truth
Is what we once had
Alive in thy heart
I was blinded by youth
And yet I still
I brought you in timidly
The withdrew with pure ease
I allowed not a feeling
I covered thy beauty
Is what we once had
Destroyed on both ends
Is the blindness by youth
Worth the lack of all truth
Without you I can…
With you I can…
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