Blinded
I love him more than ever before,
So why, in my head, am I fighting a war,
Whenever we talk, he's never a bore,
I just wish I knew what was in store.
Many of my friends don't like him,
But my love fills my heart to the brim,
He is perfect, limb to limb,
Why do my friends have to make me feel so dim?
When we talk, I'm overjoyed,
And the rest of my life is like a void,
So why does everyone say I'm being toyed,
Why do they say I'm being destroyed?
Copyright © Dawn Carpenter | Year Posted 2005
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