It's been two years
I'd never really thought much about it
Until you were the last thing I saw
Before the scarf was tied over my eyes
I fumbled around in the dark
Bumping into everything from disgust to hope
And even when I found your smooth hands
I was still lost
You guided me in circles
While whispering a thousand things in my ear
And when we stopped and I took the blindfold off
I blinked furiously in the light
All I felt was a sense of longing
And all I could see were blue shadows cast upon your lips
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
It's been two years
I'd never really thought much about it
Until you were the last thing I saw
Before the scarf was tied over my eyes
I fumbled around in the dark
Bumping into everything from disgust to hope
And even when I found your smooth hands
I was still lost
You guided me in circles
While whispering a thousand things in my ear
And when we stopped and I took the blindfold off
I blinked furiously in the light
All I felt was a sense of longing
And all I could see were blue shadows cast upon your lips
