You can see through the window and through the smile
through the eyes and into the unripe, sour centre
The non-believer, the thinker and the shaker
The operator, with my pocket calculator
when I come out sideways, I see you peering around my leering stare
heart-thrust, head rush sedated, fluorescent faded
follow it without a sound, through the sky
blow the dust floating in the sunbeam
make a storm, a silent scream
through the eyes and into the unripe, sour centre
The non-believer, the thinker and the shaker
The operator, with my pocket calculator
when I come out sideways, I see you peering around my leering stare
heart-thrust, head rush sedated, fluorescent faded
follow it without a sound, through the sky
blow the dust floating in the sunbeam
make a storm, a silent scream
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To answer your question, All of my writing is true, every so often i use metaphores but mostly all true.
Thanks for all of your comments, beautiful girl.