What does it mean
When one says
“That I no longer see
The colors around me”
How does one convey
The feeling of mutual understanding
A swirl of emotions
Stirring within, screaming
To fling open its gates and embrace
A broken, torn soul
Who we so righteously
Wish to adore
The beating of the heart
The crawling of the skin
I should've known from the start
It would be a cardinal sin
Not to reach
And speak to my inside self
That this love we feel is indeed the key out of this hell
Of loneliness, dysfunction, loss, and deceit
I sometimes wish to return these feelings back, no receipt
Even exchange, for something more positive
Like self-love, an unsung auditive
So Take my hand and let’s cross this sea
For to be heard by yourself, that is what it means
To be alive.