History
scares me
To
eat apple from your hand
It
sways me
Not
to trust you at all
It
warns me
“World
is a dangerous place
If
she is with you”
It
almost convinces me
“Love
is a fool’s paradise
And
that freedom is what you lose
With
her at the center of your life”
But
then
Moments
of failing pass
You
call out my name
Like
doves breaking from their cages
And
finding their truthful sky
History
loses its evil game
At
the pity of being one big fat lie
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