might it be that what others see
is but their version of what is me
for eyes cannot pass beneath the skin
to them in thoughts I bore their sin
loving you to their chagrin
might it be that what they saw
was but their life’s own sanctioned flaw
their hearts bound in thick steel gloves
beating not to heaven above
their long lost souls
for eyes cannot pass beneath the skin
to them in thoughts I bore their sin
loving you to their chagrin
might it be that what they saw
was but their life’s own sanctioned flaw
their hearts bound in thick steel gloves
beating not to heaven above
their long lost souls
blind to love
5 comments:
Again, so beautifully lyrical. Your words flow and feel alive with your soul essence, dear gypsy!
I love that you bring such stunning paintings from some of my most favourite artists.
hello there, gg - well, it's always such fun coming by your place - always a trip down a wonderful memory lane - a beautiful lane -
oh, thank you calli - and some of my favorite artists of all time, as well - wonderful to have you visit here!
If ever youdoubt that you aren't alive enough, go to your own blogs, gypsy!
oh, trish! i am always so humbled by your sweetness! thank you!!!
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