By Crystal
Date: 26 March 2001
Blindness
Don't you see the way I look at you...
as if you are the only one in the room?
The way I smile when I am with you.....
I know you must hear the gasping,
in my voice......
when I am not with you,
the way it hurts me to breathe.
Or is it that you see it .....
and wish you didn't,
because no matter how you wished you felt the same........
You just don't?
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