i love day 6th's, smiling. can't stop smiling.

the very chore of one,
to him may be a want.
like how the wind of fear,
through your eyes,
just seem so dear.

for a pauper to the king,
may just be the king to another.
like how the words of thine,
i believe ain't like no other.

still, the moves must differ.
for wads taught that's missed,
was the tears of prior.

its funny how the timeline resembles.
yet trust was hitch,
that led to the many fumbles.

was it wad felt, that blinds the sight ?
or was the touch,
that refused to let in light.
or just maybe,
the faith from thee,
i chose to let be.

somehow deep down,
i wish what's shared was true.
not that i can't let go the gown,
but the deviations of you,
i might just live to rue.

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