ambient glances
transpiring from ashes
and airborne oceans
my senses surfing
the evening glow

honeycomb lights spinning
restless with bees

To float above,
Like God of the Sky
Destined
to Fall
Like the Foolish One.

She walk in through the back door
The rosy-red lips she had
And also her umber-colored hair

To be one who chooses
Right, not wrong,
To be one who follows no crowd;
For he knows the truth
And prospers long
He sings God's praises aloud.

But oh, to be one
Who evil commits
Just for the sake of fun;
His fate will come
When he does not admit
That he is a wicked one.

I no longer try for pretty or smart maybe mediocre may do of course because I'm not good enough why can't you see the girl in the picture the mirror ain't me
or at least I hope to believe.
She doesn't have long hair or big beautiful eyes
so I'll throw on some makeup for a disguise.
I look around at all of my friends and I know they're sick of all my complaining.
They say oh how your so tall and have such pretty skin but the girl I want to be is not so thin.
I don't fit in with the crowd Im surrounded with, big ***** and **** I'm an outsider to them.
I fit the image of the "model type" with long legs and thin but my skin ain't right.
People say others would pay for what i have, they could have it as long as they ask.
But still the girl before me isn't who I see when I close my eyes,
she isn't the girl I recognize.
Yes I want to be flawless and pretty as she
but that girl still
isn't me.