blind

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blind

love what can i really say
i fell for him that day
he  seemed so right for me
but than i began to see .....

love how could i been so blind ...

how dumb could i have been to not seen
what was standing right in front of me
so tall and fine but so  full of Lie's ...


he said i was a queen
and he was my king

now i seat hear blind as can be
confused on what i began to see 

my husband to be with a younger version of me
  

i felt so hurt that day
why was i so blind
to not see my sister
who was only thirdteen 
how couldn't i seen  
how blind could i be 

she was so hurt 
that's when i could see all the hate 
and anger build up in me .....

blind how could i be
now he is feeling
what i couldn't see
now my ex king who hurt the younger me
is now dwelling on what he can't see



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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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