the speck in your eye
turns toward mine,
asking for answers
I cannot deny.
your hands around me
wrap me in.
hold me. love me.
is this a sin?
the things I see
in my mind's eye
will never be
what is real to me.
but still I can dream
and wish for my no one,
to come and be seen.
to become my someone.
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