ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
There was a time, long ago,
When I was blind;
I saw nothing of the world,
Just pretty things I could take and hold,
Inclined to just run off.
Never were the things I have in view,
Just everything I have to give;
I gave away my heart.
No longer was I blind,
But all I came to see:
Lies.
My lies.
The bitter truth;
I could not hear.
It was used and abused
Time and again
And each time I snatched it back,
Counting each touch
And each wound.
It was tattered and worn,
But, alas, I still gave it away
And, now, inside this steel box it lay.
None but one holds the key,
But, put simply,
It is not me.
The truth, I can hear
And it's a bittersweet melody
And when it goes near,
I can feel;
The truth:
It's love.
When I was blind;
I saw nothing of the world,
Just pretty things I could take and hold,
Inclined to just run off.
Never were the things I have in view,
Just everything I have to give;
I gave away my heart.
No longer was I blind,
But all I came to see:
Lies.
My lies.
The bitter truth;
I could not hear.
It was used and abused
Time and again
And each time I snatched it back,
Counting each touch
And each wound.
It was tattered and worn,
But, alas, I still gave it away
And, now, inside this steel box it lay.
None but one holds the key,
But, put simply,
It is not me.
The truth, I can hear
And it's a bittersweet melody
And when it goes near,
I can feel;
The truth:
It's love.
Suggested Collections
...
Comments appreciated.
Comments appreciated.
© 2010 - 2024 Lukia148
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In