this beautiful heist
of each other's soul,
blind to what she stole,
oblivious to her core.
Yet it was her own being,
that helped me in fleeing
each day,
but we never crossed paths
since the dawn of may.
The blind mademoiselle,
there's no way she could tell,
it was she who gave me eyes,
reason to wander in the world
looking for her
as each waking minute dies.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 6:18 PM UTC
this beautiful heist
of each other's soul,
blind to what she stole,
oblivious to her core.
Yet it was her own being,
that helped me in fleeing
each day,
but we never crossed paths
since the dawn of may.
The blind mademoiselle,
there's no way she could tell,
it was she who gave me eyes,
reason to wander in the world
looking for her
as each waking minute dies.
