My vision isn’t perfect,
But I at least saw you.
The lefty vaguely sees,
My righty is flawed too.
One sees near, one far.
Yet they saw you, dear.
I look for rhymes, deep.
I listen for words, hear.
Its all an allegory, honey.
Or whatever that means.
I thank the past, my love.
Now the future is here?
Its all unrequited though!
And I have no intentions!
I love and love and love-
But they’re just my heart?
We see with eyes, sweetie.
We do feel what we touch.
Our senses have brought,
Things that are… naught.
This poem goes everywhere!
Talks about this and that…
But that is what you get,
When you have blurry eyes.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
My vision isn’t perfect,
But I at least saw you.
The lefty vaguely sees,
My righty is flawed too.
One sees near, one far.
Yet they saw you, dear.
I look for rhymes, deep.
I listen for words, hear.
Its all an allegory, honey.
Or whatever that means.
I thank the past, my love.
Now the future is here?
Its all unrequited though!
And I have no intentions!
I love and love and love-
But they’re just my heart?
We see with eyes, sweetie.
We do feel what we touch.
Our senses have brought,
Things that are… naught.
This poem goes everywhere!
Talks about this and that…
But that is what you get,
When you have blurry eyes.
A random assortments of words. It’s the new year; a new decade it seems? So it’s a play on clear vision, twenty-twenty. Sadly I have blurry eyes but fortunately not extremely blurry. As a matter of fact, it is still pretty decent. I dedicate this poem to my unrequited love - a love I still hold.