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