You were blind
And I am blindly in love

You can't see the world nor I am
You told me to change my mind
I didn't, instead I made myself your eyes

It was happy being in love with you
Despite that you lack something, you were happy too
Yet you were sad because you can't see me and make me happy
So it's time to return the happiness you gave me

I gave you my eyes
And I was blind

You were happy to see the world for the first time
You noticed me and asked me who am I
I said I am the girl who stayed by your side

I held your face, you cried
I wiped it with my thumb and smiled
"Don't cry, love. Take care of the gift I gave you. Keep it, I want you to see the world by using the things i treasured."

I told her I had a gift
Wrapped in red and green paper
It was the world's most beautiful painting
Such beauty had caused many rifts
Thieves had come to steal
Some even began to fight
Yet this picture remained unharmed
But oh what crowds it would draw
Never alarmed it was unchanged
Somehow it found its way
Into one noble man's arms
He no better than the rest
Thanked God for he knew he was blessed
For this the greatest thing he ever held
An unbreakable bond he would weld
Than my love began tearing at the paper
And found only her reflection looking back at her

Feedback is a gift
If you get one,
Don't let it cause a rift
Ensure to make the proper shift!

A gift to the world
With a rift to unfurl
A new baby girl
Will give it a whirl
But the water will swirl
Around the innocent pearl

A gift for this land
With the perils of man
And nature at hand
Before she can stand
She faces the brand
Of human demands

A gift for the people
She's a glorious sequel
That must build a steeple
Where everyone's equal
And prosper the meek will
On their own free will

A gift
A treasure
Will shift
Our pleasure
From the initial
Superficial
Towards
More words
With each other
As brothers
With a new sister
Removing blisters

A gift for all
She must answer the call
With a chance she'll fall
Into the ways people stall
To avoid an order too tall
Then just block up the hall

We receive the gift of life
From a man and his wife
That they present to humanity
So she may remove our insanity
Disarming the gun they handed me
She unwraps the gift of standing free

A heart beats and gives you the gift of life but a heart breaks and and leaves you lifeless with no sense of hope.
Feeling as though you have a gift to see in others souls, comes with the curse of sadness of bearing their pain as well.
Something I've got to be missing in this life, why would you be given a gift to see and feel what others do if there's no way of changing or stopping their pain and hurt then what is the good of knowing it and the purpose if feeling it .
It's like being caged and chained to a floor as you sit back and watch as life's are being destroyed and all you can do is speak to them what you see while your heart feels the pain and hurt of what their life has been and shall be .
I'm searching for the answers of what it is I'm to do , I cry because I know and feel not only my own sadness but everyone else's too.
Some call it being an Empathy and give description I fit so well , I call it for the most part a curse of living hell.
©kimmied1105

Some think that a well thought out compliment
Is the best gift to give me.
What they don't know is that it stifles me,
Buries me under yet another layer of self doubt,
Wondering yet again, “What if I fail them?”
What if I'm just a fake, a fraud?
What if suddenly I wasn't so amazing, so perfect?
I love to be treasured,
But what happens when everyone
Finds out I'm just fool's gold?