The Book

trees in the night swaying brightly,
i cry slightly and tear at the shadows of my tears blindly,
the moon shines a crooked smile,
she shows a vile of poisnous trials,
the evidence is in her hands that still stands,

you showed me a book it was big and brown
i shook my head no you said please is said let me go,
i retreated you made me read it,
the lines you wrote shouted and evoked,
the sudden inner being that i was seeing the true meaning you were blind and had no meaning,
you seemed to cry i wanted to laugh and lie,
yet you hurt me so and it seemed to show,