what is hiding behind those eyes? a ball of fire a book of lies? to throw into anyone and everyones' face, as if in high-school a childesh grace, it seems the same expressions upon you're face, are the ones you've given me smiles displaced, with silence as gratitude and a base of anger- the mood you get in closed inside, for a crack of laughter all the girls, who have replaced the haunting stance, that you had standing against that wall, and the falling leaves swirled by a breeze, seems to be blowing from the center of- heaven; and surrounded by heather, a gown of lace, in my eyes you are perfect, imperfectionitely in taste...... 4-24-2003 The PooRe PoeT dedicated to Heather Davis copyright 2003