My Hair
My Eyes...

All the things I think
And everything I do...

In what valley
Of what world...

Lying beneath my mothers love
I tried with my little strength...

Delayed reaction to her
I looked in my mothers eyes...

You may never know how much I will miss you
How much I wish we were still friends...

Red skin was all to show of how you made
This lasting punishment for me to wade...

Slip away, keep from my sight
I can not hold the rage you bring...

I have a tendency to loose my head
Thinking of the years, fumbiling on things you've...

She saw the hand that touched her, it moved...
Around her eyes then through her heart beats...

Opened my hands and your soul there
But your heart is still bare...

I write with this pen, it writes with me
On paper, on skin I spell what I see...