Lost and found

I was trying to find my way. I had lost my sight.

Too many times we may have had
To many a fight.

Now I seem to find what I thought lost.

And the journey is worth the cost 

I hope it's not too little too late.

I found my love for you

As you turn to run away.

I asked you once,  not at all that long ago,

Is this the calm before the storm?

And you said no, this is just the norm.

The ink in  the skin,

Still fresh from within.

How often does it call your name?

Do your eyes dwell on the surface

And to what purpose?

My heart breaks every time I see,

Even under cover, I still cannot believe.

I was trying to find my way. I had lost my sight.

Too many times we may have had
To many a fight.

Now I seem to find what I thought lost