my eyes are hollow they see everything too late
to them everything too fast, Slow, out of place
Out of time
But.....
my ears are fine tuned, they catch so much, Too much at times
I hear the whispering of willows and secrets of the undergrowth
I can hear what I don't see
I'm blinded by my sight
you can't be blinded by what you see?
my limits are my eyes they only see the mask the happy faces
my hearing can see through the smiles and expose the emotions underneath
what's going on behind my mahogany eyes?
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
my eyes are hollow they see everything too late
to them everything too fast, Slow, out of place
Out of time
But.....
my ears are fine tuned, they catch so much, Too much at times
I hear the whispering of willows and secrets of the undergrowth
I can hear what I don't see
I'm blinded by my sight
you can't be blinded by what you see?
my limits are my eyes they only see the mask the happy faces
my hearing can see through the smiles and expose the emotions underneath
what's going on behind my mahogany eyes?