Sences

The tears I cry,
helps me distract my eyes,
From the times that have passed by.

The things that I have heard,
Repeats in my mind,
Like a morning song sang by a lost little bird.

The blood I taste,
Takes away all the memories in my heart,
All the times I listened to you, all the anger I have put aside.

The dust I feel on my fingertips,
Takes away the painful words,
All the dark things that have come from you're lips.

The smoke that I smell,
reminds me of the times my grandmother had said, They can't take you're soul, it's the one thing you could never really sell.