when the eyes see you
upon second stare it had to be
and then on the third turn it was
the obvious in the heat of passion
and the fog of the skys
a Angel in my mind
turned into a evil diva
and never had wings again
in my sight
as if I had been wearing glasses
and never saw the other side of the
picture that was staring directly in
my face
oh how I tired to erase this mess
as if I had a eraser and had a chance
to give the correct answer
and maybe I did
but the glaring response
was shinning right before me
and I couldn't cover what for many
a time my eyes just did not want to see
