No False Hope of Forgiveness

My world seems dark and full of distress.
I’m getting disgruntled by all the stress.
My eyes say things they might regret.
I’m beat up, confused, but not finished yet.

Staying in tune with an eagle eye,
Watching as ships go sailing by.
For a person who looks like an idiot,
Their disapproving glare is not worth spit.

Your emotions become a treasure chest
When all you see is a worthwhile guest.
Your inner child has perfect vision
And all wrong deeds can be forgiven.

When seeing the woman I sorely miss,
Upon her cheek, I give her a kiss.
My lack of forgiveness goes away,
Making room for another day.

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