Paper Cut Eyes

Blind enough to see

Blind enough to see

The eyes see too much to ever see clear

Take in too much, to realize what's there.

If you look,

does that mean you see?

Or do we maybe only notice

what we want something to be.

The heart is the only looking glass,

blind enough to see.

Not clouded by perfection,

or what we need to be.

Though eyes are a blessing,

they will always remain cursed.

They only see half-truths.

Not what something could be worth.

Though the eyes see colours,

and even shapes too.

The heart sees emotions, souls,

the real you.