"Blindsighted"

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Looking back at you,
I see the things I believed,
The trails without a clue,
See the things I'd pretend,
And things I never knew.

Asking for your answer,
You'd evade every time,
Thinking of the future,
You pulled back every line,
So was I wrong?
Wrong to think of you as mine,
My pretty baby,
I must have been looking at you blind.

Looking back at you,
There were the things I believed,
The truths I did subdue,
There were the things I'd pretend,
And things I never knew.

Waiting for an answer,
You'd subtly define,
Thinking of the future,
You'd carefully decline,
So was I wrong?
Wrong to think of you as mine,
My pretty baby,
I must have been looking at you blind.

As I looked back for you,
I saw the things I believed,
With so much to do,
There were things I'd pretend,
And things I never knew.

Taking all your answers,
You'd dutifully refine,
Working from the unknown,
Tangled in your vine,
So I was wrong,
Wrong to think of you as mine,
My pretty baby,
I was looking at you blind.