my misfired neurons


I wrote you with my eyes closed,
and these fingers went and lied.
The nerve-endings had a lapse
in judgement, due to my misfired neurons.

I loved you with my eyes closed,
such a stupid thing to do.
I didn't even try look at
what was there; joke's on me.

I wrote you with my eyes closed,
and these fingers went and lied.
Not a trick, or a trap inside of you,
just an error in me.