If only every eye could see her <br />they might begin to see what I see <br />because it is I who sees what I see <br />No one can ever take that away from me <br />Not even her <br />She could dump me off <br />somewhere along the way <br />but I still saw what I saw <br />It is enough to make my vision selective <br />because if she is not around <br />it tends to grow lonely <br />it tends to yearn to see her face again <br />They just want to shut and go to sleep <br />so that when they open up again <br />they will search for her until they become tired <br />and that cycle will never end<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/selective-vision/
