Does she blend well? Your choice, I mean? Your angel baby monkey girl The gift of smiles and love production Her sunshine mind Her storm cloud eyes Blending colors into brown Confusing emotions - deliberately Does it hurt you? To love, I mean?
And all the creases in your brow? The red bed spread? The storm vibrations?
The starless nights? The shattered screen?
Allowing pain to enter Let your guard/God down obviously
I will try to find you No matter where you may go
It will try to find you No matter who you may know