Blinded

Sometimes I wonder what you are thinking about.
If your mind could actually work like mine.
Or if your heart is as heavy as I suspect.
I think about how things could be,
but I'm afraid you won't let yourself feel.
I don't blame you for what you did,
grudges never work either way.
So don't put up walls that I can not break down.
Or perhaps you just don't want me to.
Do I fail to see
or am I just too blind.
Blinded by the possibility?
If only I could dig myself a little hole
inside your precious heart.