The sun stares
I stare right back
Were blind
Matter of fact
This twisted knot,
Hastily tied, doesn’t give anyone a chance
To realize,
That real guys, Don’t need to dream
We are what we fantasize
But not I,
No, no honor or pride
I fucked up, I lied
I hate the consequence,
She cries
Redeem,
Nothing is as bad as it seems
Forgive, distance and respect
Learn from the past, rettrospect
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