you stung me with the vital glare of your black eyes
everytime a tidal wave that recedes
and all my pride hides
somewhere deep inside of you
all my senses have been taken away from me

you to me,
you are like the bones hidden somewhere in the deepest
part of the ocean
men who have died so long ago
their lives are lost
their identities sold

you to me
you are like the water spilled on the ground
by a child 30,000 miles away
and the maid wipes the spill with the kitchen towel


you to me
you are like the violin played by the man
who has no passion for it but does it for show
and the access of warm skin
so meaningless so worthless
but a tool of trickery and deceit


you to me
you are like the sunday on which I tire my hands
and my soul lays restless
while I should be on warm sheets sleeping under the sun


there are so many things you were to me
but I loved you because we shared the same
insanity

you heard the mute whisper
you walked with heavy hot stones on your back
but you still strayed towards me
you held me
I gave so much it hurt I gave more then you would know
but I didnt give my all, I did still have room to grow