Blind-Sided
Blind-sided
At my highest point of love,
I thought I’d never be anointed
with love’s oil of disappointment.
Now in the sweet sugar sand that ugly line
has been drawn with anything but kindness,
the thin line the runs somewhere
between love and hate,
that’s blind-sided me.
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