It's better to talk to a deaf man
Than talk to a person with a deaf heart

It's better to walk with a blind man
Than walk with a person whose eyes can see but are oblivious

Bright appearance
Blue eyes
All those little lies

Treating me like nothing
Sometimes there
Acting like you care

Maybe you do
I know you’re not here anymore
And with that let me say
I no longer mourn

I am colourblind
Still green is green
Red is red
And blue stays blue
Those are constants
So why are the Roses black?

I am quite the heathen
Yet good is good
Justice is justice
And treasure is treasure
So why am I still willingly blind?

I fancy myself a poet
That beautiful is beautiful
Hope is hope
And that love is love
So why do I write in invisible ink?