your eyes were cold to the sound
of the colors inside your mouth
the words pierce my tinfoil armor
and burn me from the inside out.
scathing boiled water
is torture dripping down my back
and in your eyes i feel
the sound, and it's attack.

pierce through me, babyblueeyes
hazelnutbrown
forestgreen-
yes, that's me crashing there.
and yes, you hear the sound.
and yes, the crash creates a
burn that is melting through my skin.

reverse your water droplets
on my face, and
watch the feelings you replace
like a rainbow,
it's a temporary beauty
before your words pour
down the boiling rain.

03/13/2003

Author's Note: to nobody, really.

Posted on 03/13/2003
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