Blind Love
Oh how I long to touch her skin
All I can hear is her sweet voice
I know it’s a sin
But it’s like I have no choice
I can’t see her beautiful face
I can’t see the color of her hair
All I can do is sit here and pace
I can’t even stare
I can’t see the glow in her eyes
Even so I don’t want her to trade
I can hear the sad cries
Of my minds thoughts that don’t fade
She is all I want, all I need
She is my seed
Sx9 commented on Blind Love
12-18-2009
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Here Comes Goodbye | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| The One? | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| Blind Love | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| Day's End | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| Fix the Missing Links | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
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