Song Of Mental Illness

When by my you requested of my hands. And see your/why I watch you come in sleep. The hairy eye that heaven made is washed no more. Coming from your face to face I came through is life. The sea it knows an hour is too long to wait. My sister pregnant and her breasts are yes and no. Honey when you come my brother watching you she does. The nun she speaks in riddles it is parables of poetry. The father doesn't swear she feeds our children. When the smile it hides my head it swells, I've got to have. When one battles love and when over time no one forgets. Growing older wrinkled four instead two full pouty lips. Beauty is the color where the side walk never ends.