I wrote this for bluerose23's poetry contest
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When I close my eyes
It doesn't make any difference
Colors are one thing I cannot see
So what is the meaning of closing my eyes?
Being blind isn't all that bad
I can hear your voice still
And I can feel your touch still
And I can smell your aroma still
So what is there to miss?
When I close my eyes
It makes no difference to me
But, I have just one thing
If I were to ever actually see,
I wonder if I could ever actually see love
For what it really is
But I cannot
Because my eyes are closed
And they will stay closed forever
