
As a blue-eyed young lad
I believed in youthful stories
They were lifelines to my soul
Beyond the mere metaphoric
So- I followed a yellow brick road
Only to discover it was pyrite
Breaking my will’s inner spirit
So- I sought out true love instead
And found a brown-eyed girl
That broke up my poor heart
Leaving me lost and alone
When you love from the soul
We become beset to those we love
Even if they love us… not
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Poet of the Light © 2022