when the eyes see you

at first glance it couldn't be

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