Crushers Poem

if only i could see her eyes they would tell me everything i know... look into my eyes you could see the past prese... but its not about me, no its about her she is getting older an still struming along sometime alone or with a friend companion or a senseful stranger if only i could see her eyes shiny so dark, hiden in light they would let out her feelings all in a calm yet angered way she would be swinging or weeping but still stiff as a board she could be joyous and scare you and not move a muscle if i could see into her eyes they would tell me about her first time first time for what... i dont know but i would know the feeling and if it felt good or painfully wrong her eyes will tell me dar puddles of confusion and knowing i could see it all if only i could see her eyes