*Are you blind?
Can you not see?
That I am being hurt by thee
Are you deaf?
Can you not hear?
The screams that yell "my dear"
Are you mute?
Can you not speak?
Because all I see are walls of brick
Are you numb?
Can you not feel?
My love for you is real*
To you I long to show
Your words that bleed and blow
I long to make you listen
To keep me in your arms of heaven
To you I wish to speak
Of words of mine, not to be bleak
I long to make you feel
Love with all its thrill
Maybe then we'd be free
From our hearts' animosity
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
*Are you blind?
Can you not see?
That I am being hurt by thee
Are you deaf?
Can you not hear?
The screams that yell "my dear"
Are you mute?
Can you not speak?
Because all I see are walls of brick
Are you numb?
Can you not feel?
My love for you is real*
To you I long to show
Your words that bleed and blow
I long to make you listen
To keep me in your arms of heaven
To you I wish to speak
Of words of mine, not to be bleak
I long to make you feel
Love with all its thrill
Maybe then we'd be free
From our hearts' animosity
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