Gone
Sensitivity is astute,
My intuition's on,
I normally see right through,
Every aspect going on...
But infatuation comes,
And blinds me by it's light,
Causes me to trust,
When there is no trust in sight...
I understand the Oneness,
That together we all feel,
So cannot understand,
Dichotomy that was made real...
Well meant tokens of affection,
Dreams of sharing a new life,
Hours teasing on the phone,
All taken by the knife...
Kisses, hearts and chocolate,
Desire that wanted more,
The foundation of a heart,
Now shattered on the floor...
But what you failed to see,
Is that this was your heart too,
And though I may forgive,
This trust can never be renewed...
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