I cannot partake in the surrounding joy so I sit, left with nothing but a bitter jealous taste.
What use are these bright colours when I am not a suitable canvas?
What reason is there for the warmest fire when it cannot heat my frozen body?
What need could I have to be touched if my heartbeat refuses to quicken?
What need have I to see when you so easily blind me with your glaring light?
What could bring me to taste when nothing but your lips can quench me?
What reason have I to exist when by you I am totally eclipsed?
What right have I to live if I know not how to live apart from you?
Give the senses to someone who can appreciate the worlds colours and tastes.
I sit, your empty shell, and I wait.
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