trees

burning bright
eyes blue
trees I gaze through
sad to say
saying nothing of truth
lips dry like sandpaper, a faceless picture
of a girl I would have liked to meet
one day

faceless truth
it doesn't rhyme, it should
cheap plastic play things
navy blue, fire-engine red
banana green
never say they got you
never let them see
cry if you will
but don't let it be