Don't tell me that you understand.
Have you scooped out my eyes?
Like they were vanilla ice-cream.
Have you cut them open?
To see what they have seen.
Have you dug up all the memories?
To see what was buried in them.
Have you tried?
You will never know
what I have experienced.
Even if you took my eyes,
you wouldn't be able to feel it.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Don't tell me that you understand.
Have you scooped out my eyes?
Like they were vanilla ice-cream.
Have you cut them open?
To see what they have seen.
Have you dug up all the memories?
To see what was buried in them.
Have you tried?
You will never know
what I have experienced.
Even if you took my eyes,
you wouldn't be able to feel it.
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