Gabriel Gauci Maistre

(Pieta, Malta)

Blinded


I guess it's true what they say
That love can blind you
You won't notice any of this
Its only until that its all over
That the love is all gone and forgotten
That one realises how different things were
How different the people who we thought were
Loved them - Thought highly of them
Its only after that you open your eyes
And realise what a lie it all was
Its only then that you come to terms with your mistake
Loving the wrong person - Caring for the wrong person
If only you could know from the start - You wish
If only you didn't waste all your time - You beg

Submitted: Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, June 13, 2012

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