my results are lame, my motives are good

poetry

my thumb pulls off to show my child
the world is not how we perceive
for when we find the real is mild
our hearts are slow to this receive.

sweet little child it’s you i love
i break your heart to loose your mind
your hand i hold, your arms i hug
and pray the truth you’ll someday find.

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