Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Blind

You call me
Beautiful,
But I can see
You're blind.
Because you
Can't see
Me.
Standing here.
Waiting.
Hurting.
Praying I can
Love you,
And that you
Will love me.
Hoping I can
Move from
The blind spot
I am in,
So you can see.
The world.
And her.
And her.
And even her.
But you can't see
Me.
Standing right
Beside you.

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