lens fell out of my glasses
the world turned blurry
saturation lost its meaning
not warm but a cold feeling
all after our sightseeing
showed you my nostalgic places
walked you through my town
through the dark mazes
made by my mind
quiet
silence
a kiss brought by night
but the lens still fell out
it was a sign
to stop being blind
when i was painting "ruby dress skinny dog"
thought my love language was real
when i pushed away the mental fog
thought i could overcome my zeal
when i was picking wildflowers on rainy day
thought mother nature would heal
not only my ambivalence
but your feelings that sank in silence
it all was a misleading blindness
my glasses are empty
you circled back to the old ones
and wore them as brand new
so your colors would return
letting me and my town burn.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 7:20 AM UTC
lens fell out of my glasses
the world turned blurry
saturation lost its meaning
not warm but a cold feeling
all after our sightseeing
showed you my nostalgic places
walked you through my town
through the dark mazes
made by my mind
quiet
silence
a kiss brought by night
but the lens still fell out
it was a sign
to stop being blind
when i was painting "ruby dress skinny dog"
thought my love language was real
when i pushed away the mental fog
thought i could overcome my zeal
when i was picking wildflowers on rainy day
thought mother nature would heal
not only my ambivalence
but your feelings that sank in silence
it all was a misleading blindness
my glasses are empty
you circled back to the old ones
and wore them as brand new
so your colors would return
letting me and my town burn.