How could you not have trust me?
The counter melody of your song,
douward uncertainty, dogged your heels.
You turned back.
Did you think I had slip from your grasp,
needing to see to believe,
ranking sighted vision over hearts own truth.
ranking sighted vision over hearts own truth.
Now I am left here,
a ghost of what might have been,
forever reaching,
but never touching - Twilight Zoned.
because you let doubt decide.
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