they caught my eye
and i am not sure why
beauty is only skin deep
but that is not true
it is box of secrets that you keep

it is difficult
it is sometimes strange
you hold me once again
i should know better
by the rule of the letter

beanbag toys
just like, many other boys
looking back
to far off days
six weeks of holiday,
lost in a summer haze

i looked at them
with hair held high
i thought about the past
and then i let out a sigh
if only i had been wiser
if only i had tried

can you see the sky?
why does it turn and pry
hold it up,
to the light
let this feeling
hold me tight

the nastiness
and the venom in the words
revealed the child
rejected and hurt
never grown up

i should have explained,
but i always hoped,
that we would reach a conclusion
that would allow us to cope