Blind Love
Oh how I long to touch her skin
All I can hear is her sweet voice
I know it’s a sin
But it’s like I have no choice
I can’t see her beautiful face
I can’t see the color of her hair
All I can do is sit here and pace
I can’t even stare
I can’t see the glow in her eyes
Even so I don’t want her to trade
I can hear the sad cries
Of my minds thoughts that don’t fade
She is all I want, all I need
She is my seed
Sx9 commented on Blind Love
12-18-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Here Comes Goodbye | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| The One? | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| Blind Love | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| Day's End | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| Fix the Missing Links | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
| If life ends tomorrow | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
| shattered heart | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
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