you know it seems to me
you fail to see beauty through invisible tears.
i know what you mean but
its not what Im getting at when
i say
'the bits of broken glass
in the evening sun reflection
look like stars in the night sky
of the central reservation.'
you just say
'thats not how i see it'
moving through the rain
i hear you here
say life is a valley of tears
and your heart is a drain
but how can that be the truth when
the storm that brews was invited by you.
i say
'the rain is just the moon, she's
sending soul in you direction
i hope she softens you soon
with her subliminal affection'
you just say
'thats not how i see it.'
there's something missing when you look at me
if all you see is what your eyes see.
hold on... Im coming in
