Joy
The words of joy came out of your mouth.I did not hear
because my eyes were down south.
Your sight tried to catch me,
but I
was unable to see.
You thought I listened
just for a second,
but I was gone,
imprisoned.
It was more than just you
that paralized me where I sat.
It was your marvelous art
that ripped my thoughts apart.
Mindless, blindfolded.
Shy...
Poetry by Poe_t
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Written on 2005-11-09 at 15:17
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