Love-less

If my lips were fuller
If my skin was smooth
Your eyes will love me
and you will love me too.

Your eyes blind your senses
they do not resonate;
deaf to the touch
and taste of my heart.
My pale lips conceal
warmth that consumes.

Because you can see
you will never love me.
Your eyes blind your senses,
turning I in turn senseless.

 


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