Blind

It's not that I lack trust,
Nor the feeling of emptiness.

The physical need to embrace
to be physically loved.

When secretly my feelings need to hidden,
or else you will begin to see someone else.
Someone you may dispise.

I wish you were my fairytale,
although no ones perfect.
Or is that just your bad experience to my kind.

Scared to be rejected for who you really are.
You hide from my eyes, only presenting yourself with dark, shaded glasses.

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