Sensy Poem by Haylee Nanez

The day i go blind,
you'll leave my mind.
The day i can't hear,
you'll dissapear.
The day i can't feel,
you won't be real.
The day i can't smell,
our romance aroma; stale.

Just to prove a point,
you'll never mean much.
You won't pass my mind,
in a fancy such.

You won't shine from the gravel,
or be as white as enamel.
You'll only be to me,
just one of those things:

I was deeply in love with,
but only a while.
I had a passion for,
to only turn stale.

The day i loose sight,
you'll walk from my mind.
To dissapear now,
into the white light.