Blind Eye

Dec 17, 2022

Blind Eye

She’s there. I live in her eyes.
She’s there, loving my disguise.

She knows that I’m not here alone.
She sees right through the lies;
she’s not blind.

She’s there, kissing everyone.
I hide; I’ve already won.

Deep in her heart, she knows I’m made of stone.
One blink, and I am gone;
she’s not blind.

It seems that’s the way it goes:
walking on someone else’s toes.

Deep within my only soul,
I know that I’m not blind;
I just can’t find...

Someone's loneliness to share.
Anyone who’s unaware.

I know that I will find her there.
I know it’s me she’ll find,
but she’s not blind.

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