Tainted
tainted
the way you see me
the way I believe
me
to be
never sure
in this swirling
confusion
you call
love
and I call
pity
the way you
care
for me..
take
care
of me
giving
you..
up for
me and
i will
always
be
tainted
and you
love..
to see me
cry
real tears
not the
fake
ones on our
wedding
day
tears
but the ones
tinted
blue
out of
saddened
despair
for you it’s
all the
proof
you
need…
that I am
still
tainted
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