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I Don't Understand
I don't understand it
And I never understood it
How vehement disdain can beat in the chest
And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest
The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet
Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak
Yes. They speak to me in ways I can no longer ignore
Their frigidity penetrates my warm heart; my heart feels, so it knows how they abhor
Why? But how could this be the reality?
When I thought we were loving friends and family
Fantasy, what a painful fantasy to live
And all because love is what I wanted to receive and give
I never understood it
And never will I understand it
Copyright ©
Stewart Watkins
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