with my bare hands alone
if only you would let me.
and i swear to god
that i can fill your eyes
with colors that have turned
black and white overtime.
i can make it known that
one is capable of loving beyond
any other sensation imaginable,
and what once tasted of misery
will be like nectar fit for the gods.
but you will never let me in,
and that pains me to a degree
that you just might one day
be able to see.
jl
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