I know no one will kiss me… because I am blind and hurt now. ![]()
But you know, once I used to run through the fields, race with the wind, and make someone smile.
Now, it’s not just this wound that hurts — the pain hides deep within my eyes too,
where there was once light, and now only darkness remains.
Still, I breathe… because maybe, somewhere out there,
someone still loves me. ![]()
The wounds on my body may heal one day,
but my heart — it waits every single moment —
for a touch, for a whisper of comfort,
for one small kiss.
If you see me, please don’t be afraid…
I won’t bite — I just want to rest my head by your knee,
to feel a little warmth again.
Because love isn’t my weakness — it’s who I am.
I know I’m not beautiful anymore.
But my love is still pure,
just like it was that very first day
when I looked into your eyes and wagged my tail.
I am blind, I am broken,
but I’m still waiting…
For a kiss — one that may never come. ![]()
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