The Hand in the Dark
Being loved by you
felt like walking in a dark room —
where your shadow doesn't even exist,
no light, not even a wave
passing through.
You absorbed everything
the light, the love I gave,
but your heart
never reflected mine.
The source is here.
Am I too weak to show it to you,
or is your heart simply blind?
I don’t know
whether to step closer
or turn away.
I don't know if it's your blindness
or my weakness,
that makes this room dark,
leaving no spark.
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