You say you’re blindfolded,
Can’t see the love I’m giving to you,
Numb to the outpouring of my soul,
That I should trust the next;
But how can I see past the hurt?
Get past the fact
That you can’t feel my everything
Begging for you?
What am I to offer,
When I’ve given all to you?
What worth do I have?
Is there life after you?
©2016 – V. A. Coote