Blinded

By the dollar sign,

Enticed

By the lies

Of being beautifully�?/P>

False.

You expect

And receive

Giving gladly,

Only the value

Of nothing

In return.

Blinded

By the tears,

Tempted

By the thoughts

Of being blissfully�?/P>

Invisible.

She questions

And wonders,

Whilst

Holding on

To the secret

Worth

Of the love

She never had.

Blinded

By illusion,

Fixed

Under the spell

Of being incredibly�?/P>

Conceited.

You close

Your eyes

And hope

For the best,

As you tread

All over

Her heart.

Blinded

By the tears,

Surrounded

By the reflection

Of being truly�?/P>

Forgotten.

She sits and

Waits for herself

To be alive,

Mending

Her heart

Once again,

Hoping

You’ll choke

On the words

You never said.

But still

She loves you

Through the tears,

Those blinding,

Falling, tears.

What is

Your price

For I love you?

What is the worth

Of those

Blinding,

Falling,

Tears?

She is blinded.

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©2006 Emma J J

15.03.2006

For Adele.