Scattered

Betrayals and Broken Hearts

That look in your eyes says it all.

That man sitting feeble against a couch.

The eerie silence that engulfs that house.

The closed milky white doors at night.

The lost look in her eyes as she cooks a dinner no one sits down to eat.

Everything was laid out before me.

I was just blind.

Blind to the love that was glue;

Only it wasn't.

The flame from the stove top melted it.

It's not love anymore.

Love stays when everything else is gone.

Love sticks to you.

Love is what blinds you.

My love made me blind to you.

It plucks your eyes from your head.

So that the image in your head.

Is all you know love to be.

So when it leaves from their eyes.

Your oblivious to it.