A Reason For Hope

Doesn't it always seem like;
Because we're humans,
We point the finger?

I question myself,
Ask my own heart,
Why do I feel this for you?

My heart points the finger,
At my eyes,
For being able to see how pretty you are.

My eyes begin to blame my ears,
For they wish,
To hear your voice.

My ears,
They place the fault on my skin,
For they have felt yours and still long for it.

My skin complains,
That if not for my mind thinking that I had a chance with you,
It would not desire.

My mind,
My mind doubts my heart,
Saying it's all because of it.

And now my heart,
My heart realises and has no complaints,
For it truly,
Desires your acknowledgement.

Only when things come full circle,
Do we understand their importance.

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Even though it's been a while, I again find myself t.o.y.