A Poem

Misplaced Gazes,
Unfortunate phases
You know that its wrong
So you try to be strong
But often you fall short
And to blindness you resort.
The blindness of love, blindness from parts of reality.
And sadly, once you take your first glance, you'll never be free.

You might try and try
And you'll definitely cry
You want to be strong
And you know that its wrong
You don't want to love, but you refuse to hate.
You often feel like no one can relate
It's constantly fogging your mind
So I advise you...marriage is your cure and in it, peace you shall find.
-----Alexandria Potter