In time

There's a flaw in the stars
And the way they've aligned,
A fault in the winds
With intentions benign.
There's a gleam in your eyes
That your words can't conceal,
A tell-tale sign of thoughts unrevealed,
There is hurt in your tone that my efforts won't fix,
And obvious difference
That just makes me sick.





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