eyes see only what I wish them too see
misleading a soul into fake fulfillment,
and when my heart feels only what is craved
there remains a void never embraced,
allowing a mind to ignore -what is-
for the sake of wishful thinking,
only cheats me from reaching validation
which joins completeness with truth,
the yearning to believe is strong
those hopes; lying within longing,
moments in which I solemnly cling~
painting my sky...
in misguided satisfaction.








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