It was the perfect uncomfortable encounter
Followed by a silence of scattered haze
I take one glance into your eyes
And they look back at me amazed
“Why do you hate me so very much?
Do I really repulse you so easily?”
It’s not you who I grow repelling to
But your wayward gaze is what repulses me!
Dare I try to reach out to you
When your disregard pulls me in
And when I try to beat the competition of distracting sin,
Sin always seem to win |
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