Vos me ves,
You see me,
But do you see me the way I see you,
With eyes of innocence,
thinking you'd do no wrong to me,
Si yo veía quien era vos,
If I saw who you were,
With out those eyes,
Would things change?
My fear to see you differently,
To lose that sincerity,
Pero quien soy yo?
But who am I?
What if others don't want to see me another way,
Do we all have rose colored glasses,
Blinding us,
Leaving us incoherent with reality,
Si vos podia ver quien era yo.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
Vos me ves,
You see me,
But do you see me the way I see you,
With eyes of innocence,
thinking you'd do no wrong to me,
Si yo veía quien era vos,
If I saw who you were,
With out those eyes,
Would things change?
My fear to see you differently,
To lose that sincerity,
Pero quien soy yo?
But who am I?
What if others don't want to see me another way,
Do we all have rose colored glasses,
Blinding us,
Leaving us incoherent with reality,
Si vos podia ver quien era yo.
Just me and my thoughts.
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