Poetry

I was blinded

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By the lies that quickly slipped from your mouth, I didn’t see or think about what you could have done because you seemed too kind to do too much damage. But that, too, was an act, and you honestly can act it.

But you see, your truth is starting to show as you get a little too comfortable in that chair.

One day you will slip up, and it won’t be okay, but for now, I don’t care how you may end up.

You make the mess; you will clean it up.

And I feel I will be just fine watching you do it all on your own.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes