Your eyes captured me,
wanted me - You were blinded
by my beauty and wanton…
selling your soul for a
night in my arms
laying your secrets at my feet…
Surely you were blind, not seeing
my betrayal until it was too late?
your eyes cut out and fed to the crows…
the crows seeing me with your eyes,
knowing...
laughing at your blindness before
and your blindness now
You cannot see me, Samson
You cannot love me or
forgive me…
but my image
still lingers in the hollow
broken windows
that lead to your soul.
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-you-still-see-me-samson/
