I have met a
metaphorically blind boy before.
And it was as frustrating
as the sun trying to
shine besides the moon,
but never crossing the wall
to be by her side.
It was as if I spoke a
common language,
and he was the only foreigner
who couldn't understand me,
or my gestures.
It felt like the entire universe
was against me,
because he just could not see;
He simply refused to
keep his eyes open,
and I refused to keep searching
for a way to heal their blindness.
- Crimsyy♡
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Ramblings Of A Storm
PoetryI am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1
