Slow to Make the Bleed.

I feel though I’ve mistaken you

For one I’ve searched to find.

I thought myself a careful girl

But fooled myself for blind.

When you came to see me then

Were you all alone

Or in your mind behind the glass

Is her reflection shown?

Fools and fools around have been

This time I find it me.

Searched and searched the words you said

With nothing firm believed.

Quick to carry weight, your heart

But slow to make the bleed.

‘Fulfilled are those who wager love’
Your unforsaken creed.