Confession From Me To A Blind Girl Poem by Alexander Foald

This could be a lie of a generator
This could be the truth you were looking for
Either way you stood up against the wall
And you still don't know which way to walk on

So let me take direction
From here now on
Before we end up in somewhere
A place we don't belong to be

And let the love close the hole
That's what it costs you the whole
Can you still hear my heart pounding
Whenever you here breathing

A fall concludes before winter
Looks like it's easy to forget summer
A love concealed before it's said
And it don't feel the same again