What to do with you?
The question in the way.
When everything you feel is right,
is there nothing more to say?
Theres blackness in this truth,
thats the color of a lie.
But what is felt from inside out,
is pure as purest white.
People may not see,
exactly what I do.
Because they are not blind like me,
don't make my thoughts untrue.
What to do with you?
The question in the way.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-to-do-with-you/
