sometimes I stop seeing, I miss you; I stretch out with my eyes, neglecting my mind, ignoring my heart; I lose sight of your demons - your drivers and insecurities - the whips they thrash at your back I fall for your mask, forgetting your better angels - the face you hide from the world; I forget to look beneath, to see that light - that beauty - in your soul; in my weakest moments, I forget to see you
