Blind
Blindness can be a blessing
the world focused in so many different perceptions
what a horror that I can see
what you must truly be
To me you were a treasure
whose love only I could feel
But love looks different under a haze
and as that fog begins to lift
the touch from you
that use to thrill me
has simply dimmed
now that I can see you clearly
I use hear the sweet tone
hidden so deep in your voice
I wondered if the world was deaf
to the perfection that was you
but that beauty starts to fade
that deeper sense in me has gone away
The smell was pure instinct
there was nothing about you
I didn't want to taste
that desire has dimmed away
as my sight takes its place
To be blind, what a way to see
you use to sweep me of my feet
and as much as I want to need
have that perception though it limits me
now I can see and I don't need
not you, anymore
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