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A Blind Eye
In honesty I’m only half real,
Because the other half doesn’t feel.
It can hear you, see you and touch you,
But it can’t get a real view.
It knows you exist,
And it knows your name.
It’s filled with guilt,
And desperate shame.
It’s the dream you can’t remember,
Your very first November.
It’s the joke you didn’t understand,
And your least favourite band.
You can hear it in your dreams,
And see the stitched seams.
But I warn you that it’s not real,
It’s nothing your hands could feel.
Not at all! I put a religious
Not at all! I put a religious spin on it for me and it was very deep! A very good thought provoking write with good structure! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you!
Thanks for your comment, it's greatly appreciated!
I'm quite intrigued though, how was it religious for you? =D