I Will Never Know (No Degrees of Seperation #1)


Thank you thank you thank you

For what you never showed

Because Heaven forbid you break your masculine code

Who knows what might have happened,

if you’d stayed and given me hope,

I saw the beacon from your lighthouse, that day when I was alone

But your beautiful tower was a fortress,

And I nearly drowned in your moat

Dashed on the shoreline; bruised, beaten, and broke,

Thanks to you I found land at last, but

I can only sigh in relief,

For what I will never know.

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