I think I sense a spark in you,
A light no one can see,
All my eyes can see is you,
in subjectivity.

My heart is unforgiving,
I sought to spare you from it's need,
It can be cruel and selfish;
It taught my soul to bleed.

Whatever else is also true,
You are what I need,
I'm blind to everyone but you,
Why do you hide from me?

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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