there are no tears in me
so Ill just let this story cry for me
given  a new life to this poor heart of mine
to wipe the tears from my pen
so I can write this pain away again
guilty of being innocent of emotion
but they are floating softly in the wind
I am kin to them I recognise their faces and I hear their paces
stomping in me but I cant catch them in my hat
so I stare at them and poke themwith my sharpened needle
Like a horn bettle in school I kill them then disect
Se if I like them if not I throw them away
but this new emotion is ackward
Its not love at least it better not be
If it is Ill beat it out, disect it , Look at it and throw it away
because thats who I am today.