Blind
It's a serious matter you know;
so very serious indeed!
You might think it all a fancy,
though I know it as a need.
To you, a kiss is nothing.
To you, a touch is cold.
To you, my life is worthless.
But your heart, for me, is gold.
So please be careful with it!
Don't drag it all around.
I don't want to find it injured,
or buried 'neath the ground.
When you decide my words are true,
and come -at last- to me.
Then I'll teach you a strange lesson,
that's frightening to see.
Freedom is a farse, my love,
But in my arms you'll find,
a prison can be paradise,
when to your faults I'm blind.
23 July 2017
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