i'm sorry || Poems

Four Senses

                                            

She's blind

She can feel the tears on her cheeks,

She can hear the words others speak,

She can taste the bitterness in everything

She can smell the smoke, her world burning

But she's blind

Yes, she can see the sky above,

But she can't see the beauty within

No, She doesn't have self-love

But she does hate her own skin

She's blind

She can't see that her body's perfect

She can't see that she is worth it

She can't see the smile she puts on faces

She can't see that she's going places

Because she's blind

Her eyes are open, but her mind is closed

She's as beautiful as a winter rose

And it's sad, she doesn't know

She is as perfect as the moon's soft glow