There was fear
Before there was love
I’ve experienced all the others
Still, don’t ask about trust
As eyes connect to my
I’m usually so shy
I’ll finish here
Say goodbye
Then go home and cry
It’s a lie for a lie
It’s our job to go pry
I want your names
Your numbers
All your reasons for why
Some live in disguise
No-one seems to rise
There’s little or no sentiment
Just some word to the wise
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©gretlfeesonpoetry