I don't know but I realized,
I'm caught up in
my brain
still adolescent,
I'm magnetized,
blinded.....
eyes open freely
perfect of beauty
and cars,
that have no scars.
My voice is not your God,
its of thundering
that the lightning
never strike once,
let alone twice.
Your hair erotically
wet from the hail-storms
and I believably,
but refuse to be the worms,
that crawl in your skin,
I would hate to be the harm...