Disappointing assumptions made,
To have them discovered by others...
Recovering from their embarrassments,
Can leave integrities trashed...
On the paths of those returning back,
With faces sad knowing they've been 'had'...
By those who had issued to them,
Empty glad bags.
Assumptions to believe without the facts,
Can leave a trail of broken hearts...
Shattered like glass to sever relationships.
Never again able to mend again,
By assumptions that had functioned...
As a truth that had no aspects of reality.
Nor a shred of evidence left anywhere to believe.
Disappointing assumptions made,
To have them discovered by others...
Recovering from their embarrassments,
Can leave integrities trashed.
And as time passes...
Those sad faces knowing they've been had,
Find it difficult to even ask to be forgiven.
Fearing the possibility they wont be.
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