an apology for counts

Beauty stained perfection

Overly delusional mind

Secret desires boiling

Broth spilled out of sight

Untrue untrue fables

False false accusations
Am genuinely apologetic

of this very much blinded discretion

For I headed in the wrong direction

Even when whispers warned otherwise

These disregarded intentions I hold them close and dear

Shaking with gladness for the actual day when it was crysta clear