This Is My Note To Whom It May Concern,
This is my note To Whom It May Concern,
About a boy I loved so dear until
His heart was too clear I couldn’t discern
What his true intentions were, so I fell.
I see beyond his darkness and what he
Hides, in his eyes are secrets he won’t tell,
I thought he was an angel to break me
I hid from his eyes, until I was blind,
I had forgotten how he had made me see.
I forgot he had been so very kind,
I believed intentions were not true.
It was all a game made up by my mind
I’ll tell you a secret, I would stay through
Good, bad, forever and always, just you.
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