Protanopia
Jumbled words, imperfect lines
Out of sight, out of mind
Camouflage for social laws
Blending in, chameleon skin
Take a look and then you'll see
What really keeps me on my feet
The anchor tied around my heart
Was how I knew you from the start
You don't see
Just what you
Do for me
You keep me
Here
Scrambled thoughts, immoral ways
Out of order, out of play
Stitch then gauze for social flaws
Anger control, flammable soul
Look inside and then you'll find
That love is not so color blind
Reds are sharp but tender to touch
Those lips of a goddess I yearned for so much
You don't see
Just what you
Do for me
You keep me
Screaming in my face
Words you can't erase
Leave an empty space
Wish for one last embrace
You don't see
Just what you
Did for me
You kept me
Here you can't
Know what you
Do for me
You keep me
Here
I see red
Here
It has fled
Here
Left for dead
Writer/s: Matt Thibeault