SANDPAPER

Razor sharp eyes,
across a room,
the angel I never meant to want,
lights flash,
to this screaming song,
I see you in the seaweed on the stage,
and all the places in between.
Standing in the doorway,
of my own private hell,
watching you,
dreaming,
of caresses as soft as sandpaper,
and your razor sharp eyes.
Forgive me father for I AM sin,
and one too many midnight conversations,
have driven me over the edge,
a kiss to take away the apathy,
moving across this stage,
this room,
and beauty wears black,
the simplest movement is torture,
as your razor sharp eyes,
cut me deep,
can you see me now?
The othr day I almost touched you,
almost reached you,
my pretty tainted angel,
stares too intense,
and im melting under your stare,
and your razor sharp eyes.
Dreaming of your stained fingertips,
the touch ill never feel,
and all of your caresses,
all as soft as sandpaper.....

Hanna