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Blind Love

White, Dave. Pieces. May 18, 2024, Dave White Illustrations.

A poem from the dark

one small light, still burning

Am I just too unreasonable? All I ever want was to have your heart Are you just too ignorant of that? All you ever want to do is release me.

I live with all the pains you give me. But I still love you with all of my heart. You cut my heart into many parts. Still, I wish you would never hurt.

You make all my tears like no one. Still, I want to put your pieces together. Even though you will never understand. Still, all my heart ever wanted was to love you.

Am I really just a fool in at heart?All I ever wanted was to make you happy.Are you really just heartless?All you ever wanted was to not to think of me.

Illustration credit: David White

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