How could I be so wrong?
How could wrong feel so right?
How could I not see what was hiding?
So easily in plain sight?
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Very nice write dear! The second stanza is my favorite...very good job!
I guess my eyes made you More that you could ever be I knew his world burned to bright for me Dillusional is what we make ourselves sometimes. Its crazy. I like that the poem shows that you were wrong (past tense) , and aren't still.