Poetry

Sunshine on my eyebrows...
I can't seem to find the door
The door in the floor 
that leads to lovers passed
The door in the floor 
that leads to conscience lost
I never seem to find you
Never seem to heal you,never hurt you

From the hands of a boy
I drink waters
All the little boys grew into soldiers
All the little girls liked them
Never met them

We carried woods
and nails
Carved our names and put hinges
so the door could open,
but never close 
I put carpet on the door
The door in the floor
So noone could see,noone would know
of my lovers passed
Of my conscience lost

Sunshine on my eyebrows...
I never seem to find the door
Never seem to find everything I've lost...