Streaked Faces

calling out your name
like children wish for snow
rest your weary eyes
they're keeping me at home
early morning dreams
the ones you don't forget
its teaching you to feel
what you won't admit
when all that make up
will only burn your eyes
wake up
with all the tears that you cried
calling out your name
like children wish for spring
rest your weary eyes
they're keeping me awake
everywhere you are
hurts a little more
its teaching you to feel
what you're looking for
streaked faces
when all those tears have dried
-Josh Moore