Forget. Forgive. Pretend

Forget my truth that is not quite correct,
Forget the harm I’ve done,               
Forget my sunrise and the damn sunset,
No longer I‘m your charm.

Forgive my silly whims that made you sick,
Forgive not tasty cakes,
Forgive that all the things you like I wreck so quick,
And never give them back.

Pretend that I have eyes that always mystify,
Pretend I like baseball,
Pretend sometimes I can be even shy,
And never lose control.


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