The Sins of My Past

Truths blow like shadows hide

Within the dust we know is hidden inside.

Creeps past us as we pretend not to see

That must be you, it certainly isn’t me.

Cries heard from near and far

But I watch this benevolent star.

Gazing through a jaded gate

Knew he would never, ever wait.

Wondering if he would really take me there

He always said he loved my hair.

Knowing all, the truth be told

It was me, he wanted to hold.

Would he say this would always last

Or would I lose, to the sins of my past?



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