Held Back

Between the light of day and as darkness sleeps on the silver light that shines down on your face your face that I see each day that goes by believing that the love that I felt was alive. Each street that I walk leads me up and into that look on your face when the bushes had leaves love was blind to it heart were they shaped to it and the green of it made me think more like it all the more. A mind that is fresh and not brutalised the mind that has more more than two milky brown eyes under cover of darkess two eyes that open and shut was I promised back by them not brutalised.