There was once two kids who had fallen deeply in Love with each other.
A girl who could not see the things in front of her and a boy who could not hear what people were saying. Although they were madly in Love there was nothing more toxic for them than each other.
The blind girl
was painfully oblivious to everything in front of her, innocent, maybe, to the cruel gestures of the world. She did not know what to think when people gave her those looks, she did not know how to feel when people texted her foul things. If someone was in pain, physically or mentally, it flew right past her, if someone was upset she did not catch a whiff of it, if someone was in love with her it would go unnoticed. She was blind to all things happening around her, good or bad, but the main problem was that her eyes worked just fine.
The deaf boy
was a stupid boy with a stubborn head who could not hear what the others said. The words people spoke to him laid in the air unheard by him. Problems of others were ignored by him, and if anyone tried to talk about themselves he'd just speak over them. If someone spoke concern to him, what he would do is just ignore them, and his fault it was not that his ears did not work the way he'd want. The biggest problem though was that there was nothing amiss with the ears.
The problem lied in both the kids minds, thinking one way that wasn't always right. When you put a blind girl and a deaf boy together all you get broken hearts left untogether.
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Painted Words
PoesíaSome of my lesser thought out poetry, still think it should be seen.