Blindfolded

I haven’t seen anything
since blindfolded by your gaze
Just new land you imagined
Pastures of green alphabets to graze
Mirrored rivers to reflect on

The golden disc in the sky
Beating down Mildly
massaging my thoughts
Just To drain them out of me
Restrained from leaving them In my head.

Cream of the crop you harvest
recyclable filtered thoughts are, for me
Loving you was my fault
Hating myself was yours

I searched in you for what’s missing
I come to believe
You never possessed it
It was all an illusion
All I wanted was your heart
To see what’s it like
beyond the tunnel of mortality