There's only two part of me,
One, too desperate for you,
The other,moving on with or without you...
I mean, there's still a part of me,
hoping it could be with you..
Oh, How I wish you could ever see the other me,
I am a different person,believe me
Also loved by many,Inspiring to some and carefree badass too,
Not just the nerdy stalker you see
But my bad, you always see me at my worst,
It's just I care too much like desperate -so annoying
You wont even see how much I'm trying
I know many are making effort to get chosen
and that's how, you are blindfolded
With the scarf of abundance,
We're human, we dont need what we already have...
And so it is, here I cant help trying prove myself,
You are still, with a firm decision not to change...
Ignored, Avoided, Taken for granted, Still here,
Tired of trying, gave up many times , Still here...
I know I'm wrong
Because even if there's someone Who'd do more to me than what I'm doing to you,
I'd still be choosing you...
Because I am blind-folded too,
not by any scarf,
But clamping the eyes shut by myself,
pretending to be blind, not to see reality..
where there is no you looking at me...
YOU ARE READING
Blind-folded
PoetryA desperate boy tells how his crush and himself are blind folded. He thinks his crush is blind enough not to see him, and he also realizes, he is blind too not to see that he don't stand any chances... Complicated?? You can try to read his words in...
