Heart (Lines X)
His voice is gentleHis whispers soothe achy sleep
But he keeps his wary distance
For fear of their misunderstanding
He brings you to life
He lights up your eyes
Grey, opaque - he truly sees
A hint of blue in your madness sea
But when the door is locked
And window painted shut
He gives you one last sad glance
And a masochistic smile
Right. Now.
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