Thursday, March 6, 2008

How

How you jaded my eyes
To something so beautiful
So not hard to recognize
That would blind me from it's stare

And yet for your lies and deceit
The vomit you called love
I shield my heart from it's glare
For it sickens me to think of your stare

I'll not have what's not perfect
This heart is not what you own
Your just a product of the mother's creation
And my shine is for his eyes alone