the_hope_house
June 25th, 2005, 04:18 PM
i wasn't afraid to close my eyes and see what really wasn't there
because seeing isn't real at all
my life grew like a rosebush, beautiful and red with thorns
like teeth growing on green arms with a thousand red faces, with hidden eyes
eyes that would stare at me as if i was their thorny spirit
as if i was afraid to close my eyes and truly see
what really wasn't there
what existed for me all along-
were the eyes in the rosebush and their wandering thorns
because seeing isn't real at all
my life grew like a rosebush, beautiful and red with thorns
like teeth growing on green arms with a thousand red faces, with hidden eyes
eyes that would stare at me as if i was their thorny spirit
as if i was afraid to close my eyes and truly see
what really wasn't there
what existed for me all along-
were the eyes in the rosebush and their wandering thorns