Beautifully broken, I was not born blind
The world took my sight and made it unkind
I can see what you are, though I can’t see the light
I am masked by the feeling in the words that I write
I can see what you are and what I wish that you were
For love’s sweetest torture there is not a cure
But I carry the burden of love on my back
In hopes that my heart will someday be intact
The chapters of life always crippled with weight
But the chapters of love keep it sheltered from hate
A recent upturning of things so unsure
A broken heart opens and closes, not pure
For you I will be an existence for life
I will always be yours, you will never be mine.
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