[MC4SiGHT]

Mary

It was the first time.
The first time I met the girl with river eyes… Mary…
A flooded disguise, who used rain droplets to traumatize…Scary…
She buried water in her thighs, and walked on it’s waves…
She stood in it’s shade, and told me Ocean was her middle name…
Claimed she hated umbrellas, ceilings, and caves…
Told me it was the blue brooks that drove her from rage…
Yet her face was swallowed with dampness, not of a clouds stain…
Cheeks wet with tears. Wet with pain.
And her chin was the final refrain.
She waved, all I saw was pale fingers thru a cloudy haze…
As wails dangled from her drowning face…Disgrace…
I think I could point it out in those blue eyes of hers…but wait…
There was something more to the girl with river eyes….Mary…
And what remains is while…scary…
Teary eyed, there defied, in the mind of lack of confidence…
Dines the solemn fists of false chronologists who were timing it…
She whines with eyes of Mississippi, views thru Euphrates…
And her frowns are flowing streams of she hates me…
But in essence she makes me, nah really she does…
Cause once I was the guy with river eyes, there outside…
Solely, lonely, solitary, confined behind the bars of downpour…
An eyesore to sore eyes of troubles swinging by…but Mary…
She was unique, the way she showcased, the way she sneaks…
In the shadows of weeks, to hide behind the days.
She was the way of the wind embellished with water…
She was me in her. She was my daughter.

You can love, you can give, you can make them everything.
But even the greatest parents can bring tears to their kids.
Yeah. Even the greatest parents can bring tears their kids.

I was mystified, twisted eyes, my sighs downsized with no focus…
What did I do, confused, mind state bogus…
She was my only child, have I gone wild with selfishness…
Told her no once before, she never cried, what the hell is this…
I’ve never seen her this way before. Eyelashes torn of precipitation.
And every raindrop drains my patience.
I’m breaking.
Down my heart pounds vibrations of failure, slowly thumping…
I guess the first time, is always the worst for something.
Or is it the realization of false perfection.
It the first time I felt unaccepted. A spoiled rotten life.
Spoiled in front of my eyes. My lovely.
My daughter with river eyes. Mary
Where did I ever go wrong……
Scary

The END