Tuesday, 6 November 2012
These eyes may as well be blind.
Unable to behold such beauty.
They are of no use
If they fail to hear the sound of distant rumblings within this heart.
These hands are superfluous.
If they cannot enfold you in thy embrace.
Ah, and these Lips,
What use are they?
If the words are barred from touching them.
Locked up in a cage of swirling emotions,
Unable to say what I really feel.
And I mused,
What good am I alive with all these Ifs?
((( asheil.august 19,2011.friday.1500hrs.)))