BLIND-3-parts

a,poem,written,ages,ago...for,the,same,boy,as,smile,i,think...from,memory

I can't make you see,
what you don't consider possibility.
i can't change your mind;
when theres still bits of you to find.

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Touching something distant,
two souls dancing on the wind
seeing one another, they know
not they have sinned.

Its vile evil, is not of blood,
or violence; anything unkind
their sin is to themselves
they have become so blind.

I know myself i doubt you,
when you speak of me the same.
Its hard to make one believe
when love can be a game.

Not looking in the mirror,
but rather at your face
my heart beats
an inconsistant pace.

I see in you
things you see in me,
you sing the same,
but in a different key.

Similarly i dismiss
some things you have said,
smiling to myself
when i come to rest my head.

Yet, as the serenade descends
the moving seems to slow.
There is so many things
i just want you to know.

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We can't expect another
to seem themselves as we do
but i wanted just to say
somethings i see in you.

You are beautiful,
like a flame in the sky.
warmth and light
wherever you choose to fly.

You are smooth,
like the water washing over me
a moment of perfection
i am lucky just to see.

words and expressions
fail to say...
if only i could kiss
that could be the way

Author's Note

tragic,aye