Your mind, your voice, your touch, your sensitivity
But I did not see, I was blinded by all that I was, I missed what you were not, what you could not be.
Different angles changes colors, perspectives, I could not see the depth or the distance.
I wonder, did you not know then, when you could not be, did you give, so unconditionally, with-out knowing the sacrifice you were making.
But, how could I know?
I don’t think so, do you remember? the white bed, white sheets, your white gown and the tube in your arm.
It was like a dream where you have a heart and waking to find an empty and ****** rib cage
Radiant, bright, brilliant, luminous, this is all I have ever seen in your eyes
My eyes are open.
I love you.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
Your mind, your voice, your touch, your sensitivity
But I did not see, I was blinded by all that I was, I missed what you were not, what you could not be.
Different angles changes colors, perspectives, I could not see the depth or the distance.
I wonder, did you not know then, when you could not be, did you give, so unconditionally, with-out knowing the sacrifice you were making.
But, how could I know?
I don’t think so, do you remember? the white bed, white sheets, your white gown and the tube in your arm.
It was like a dream where you have a heart and waking to find an empty and ****** rib cage
Radiant, bright, brilliant, luminous, this is all I have ever seen in your eyes
My eyes are open.
I love you.