Why Can’t You See Me?
Sight.
Taken for granted
Taken advantage
Is lost.
Does the brightness of my soul blind you?
Or
Has the predatory nature of pride preyed upon you,
Stalked you out,
advanced and devoured your sensibility?
You blindly use words of control and manipulation,
Fumbling in the
dark.
Take a journey with me.
There exists a universe,
Where the bright nature
of purity drips from lotus pedals.
As I slide down the optic nerve
Into my mind’s eye,
A vision enraptures
me.
Clarity is crystal
clear.
Sweet surrender is a comfort in the morning,
Wrapping her loving
arms around you.
Close your eyes and give in to her.
Love restores sight.
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