Come out of my subtle regression.
My state of mind cleared of all my past despression.
Will I ever be who I want to be?
Suddenly I see all my faults.
You're the reason I can even see at all.
You're to blame. How can I ever thank you?
No eye has seen. No ear has heard.
No heart can fully know the promises that we don't deserve.
But you still give yourself away to us.
The wrongs I've done; you take away.
The things I've said only out of angry hate.
You fix me to be who you want to see.
Author notes
Serious. Working title. Unfinished poem. Don't critique yet, please.
Written July 22nd, 2005
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