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BlindedWhen I look at you, I am blinded Blinded by your love No matter what other people see you as, I see you as an angel I am blinded No matter how devilish people think you are, I can only see your face Your eyes, Brown, like a beautiful doe waiting for her deer to come back, To be reunited, Once and for all I am blinded by your eyes, Glimmering, like a diamond perched on top the wedding ring that I so much desire to put on your finger I am blinded by your love I never knew that you could hurt me so, Leaving me like that I never got to say Goodbye, Not even one last glance into your doe-like eyes When I, that deer came back His beautiful doe was no longer waiting By: Eric Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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