• A pale light becomes blinding.
    Her eyes are so used to imperfection.
    There’s no true sun shining.

    On this day finding
    a path so clear to her perception
    A pale light becomes blinding.

    Thinking she is a lover pining,
    this is her self-deception.
    There’s no true sun shining.

    She wants the silver lining,
    the fantasy of love is her obsession,
    she makes the pale light blinding.

    Yet again making the sounds of whining,
    this last failure was just a defection.
    She’s never seen a true sun shining.

    Her experiment isn’t minding
    that this isn’t love according to it’s conception.
    It’s just a pale light, to her eyes blinding.
    She’s never seen a true sun shining.