"Oh look at them pretty eyes"
Eyes that bear into your soul...
My vacant heart is calling
Can no one hear its plight...
My Angel always tells me to hang in there...
But I can't...
So it's been a constant headache
To try and make you see...
You know they're kind of the same
both like art...
A beautiful bride.
Cherry blossom dress and veil...
One morning
you wake up...
Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...
Washed with fear and pain,
Stained crimson red...
She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...
I'm afraid to answer that
Because I'm not fine...
The ocean calls to me -
Her siren song so captivatingly harmonious...