Braille Tears

 

I wonder what she see’s when she looks through her eyes

Can she see a man that has begun to care?

Can she see a man that is ready to be loved? 

Can she see his sadness?

Does she care? 

Can she see the anguish in the wrinkles of his brow?

Can she see the desperation in his sigh?

Of all the things she sees; So vast … So plenty… I wonder can she see … Thee?

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Braille Tears

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s