A curiosity overcomes my mind;
I feel as though I’m beginning to blind.
I do not know if I see you rightly,
I guess, I’ll stay along quietly.
I’ll hold your hand and taste your lips,
Breathe in your hair, hear your voice.
I’ll only see you in an eclipse,
Because I’m blind to your noise:
The stories of your mistakes,
Your deceptions and fiery lakes.
I know they’re there, but I am blind;
You and I are held together by a stronger bind.
You are an angel, perfectly designed.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
A curiosity overcomes my mind;
I feel as though I’m beginning to blind.
I do not know if I see you rightly,
I guess, I’ll stay along quietly.
I’ll hold your hand and taste your lips,
Breathe in your hair, hear your voice.
I’ll only see you in an eclipse,
Because I’m blind to your noise:
The stories of your mistakes,
Your deceptions and fiery lakes.
I know they’re there, but I am blind;
You and I are held together by a stronger bind.
You are an angel, perfectly designed.
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