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Cynic
Ah, the views that love bleeds into people
Leaving them brutally blind to the axiom
Or if it’s true, then how am I hopeful
Facing the challenges of your skewed ways
How is it fair for you to stab daggers in my eyes
Just because you feel the heart a simple tool
If it’s not true, then love is but a symbol
I know the fragile steps that come with trust
How can you slay when you live behind stone walls
Standing in the corner with your defenses flared
It’s not a miracle that something can be pure
The moon is blind without the poet
I have stood right on your forlorn path
Balanced on a delicate edge, I stepped back
Oh, cynical face you are welcome to keep
But don’t shatter my soul with your gavel
