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Truth Is...

I

Replaced you

A Long

Long

Time

Ago.

Right

At the

Start,

In fact.

Before I

Fell

In love

With your

Hands

Before

Your eyes

Etched

In me

Their

Demands

Before

I

Ever

Saw

You.

My

Dear heart

Felt another

Impact.

It

Slowly

Grew

Inside

Of me

Until

My life

Installed

You.

It took

The

Form

Of

Paint

In

Technicolor.

It brought

You

To

Life

In my

Eyes.

It

Covered

You

In

Disguise.

So

Beautiful,

So

Enthralling

I

Looked

Up

And

Discovered

I’m

Falling…

But now,

It’s just

Too

Late.

But

Wait…

Now

It starts

To

Mutate…

Transfiguring

Into

Peculiar

Shapes

What

Have I

Made?

This

Fatal

Mistake…

Like

How Moses’

Rod

Morphed

into a

Snake

I

No longer

Recognize

You.

For some

Reason

I can’t yet

Despise

You.

Paralyzed

In terror

Attempting

Escape

Like

Watching

A horror

Movie

Videotape

I’m

Stranded

My

Devotion

Clings

Tightly

To

Unraveling

Rope

Seeking

Help

For my

Rescue

Who can

Save me,

But

Hope?

Only;

Hope’s

Growing

Weary,

Turning

Pale

Close to

Death

This

Relationship

Is

Drowning

It’s on

Its last

Breath

Why

Am

I

Grasping

To

Embrace

This

Distortion?

It

Once was

Exquisite

But

Now;

Disproportioned

Keep

Yearning

For the

Panoramic

View

In my

Peripheral

Can’t

See it

Anymore…

It’s just

Become

Visceral.

Fast

Forward

To

The

Present;

This moment

I’m in

Hindsight

Now

Reminds

Me

Of the

Day

That

I

Sinned.

The very

Instant

I

Offended

My

Father

Above…

When

I

Thought

You were

Heaven…

And

Confused

You

With

Love.

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