Blind love is true.

I can't focus,
my irises, blurred, burn
And sleeping?
That's not an option

I hum in the shower,
I didn't do that before
And I write constantly,
falling more and more.

I believe it's possible
to steal stars from the sky,
to never have to cry,
to want to live more than die,
and be more than just "passing by."

What I'm trying to say,
is that this is hard to do,
admitting I got lost
and fell in love with you