I stare with a glare,
From a throw from a pear.
In the mirror where it goes.
The sand throught out my toes.
Everytime the sun glows,
The flowers that are moist,
It matches the sun.
With a hit of a bun,
Through out my tears,
I stare with a glare,
I may fear,
Through the tears that have fallen,
I must fear...
The person I love is dead,
But always near...
