Blind Eye
She’s there. I live in her eyes.
She’s there, loving my disguise.
She knows that I’m not here alone.
She sees right through the lies;
she’s not blind.
She’s there, kissing everyone.
I hide; I’ve already won.
Deep in her heart, she knows I’m made of stone.
One blink, and I am gone;
she’s not blind.
It seems that’s the way it goes:
walking on someone else’s toes.
Deep within my only soul,
I know that I’m not blind;
I just can’t find...
Someone's loneliness to share.
Anyone who’s unaware.
I know that I will find her there.
I know it’s me she’ll find,
but she’s not blind.

Blind Eye
By Vincent van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 17 Dec 2022
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Vincent van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller, drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff. Go read it, and don't forget to like, tip, and share it. Much love, Vincent

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