Short legs has a lie

But hurt it causes is great

I look at you resenting your words

Having heard them from someone else

Torn apart in a play of trust

not knowing

whether I should look left

or right

Wherever the gaze wanders

trust is not there to be found

And the soul meanders

In wast spaces of lonely



I believed,

and I shouldn’t have

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