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

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