Words on paper I had written so many
All of them I’ve thrown away
Hoped to show you all one day
But blind as you are, they’re better that way.
My wrist bleeds on the papers across,
Blotting the words I was writing today
Meant to change the world with my thoughts
All I could write was letters frayed.
When your sight returns,
I will be long gone
Save the trouble of looking this way,
Try, if you must, I do not care
Thoughts of you will have faded away.
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