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“Love is blind”

is what she said.

Before she laid,

to rest her head.

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She doesn’t understand,

why they can’t see,

that there’s no real love

It just can’t be.

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For love is a feeling,

it can’t be real.

For if it was,

then I would feel.

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But soon she found out,

she’d pay a price,

for giving many people,

this awful advice.

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Now the world is stricken,

with pain and hurtful words.

And everyone just wishes,

they could fly away with the birds.

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She feels so bad for hurting them,

and now she finally sees.

That true love isn’t blind at all,

and flows within the breeze.

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Now every night before,

she’s settled in her bed.

She thinks of the huge mess she’s made,

and lays her guilt stricken head.



~*~ Jill ~*~