Beneath the Sunglasses

Just can't let out this S C R E A M. Stuck like a stale song in my throat and I'm choking on lyrics I can't sing. So read it in my eyes. But not like schoolwork. Not like homework. Not like the spine-cracked novel covered in dust with pages taped together in a pathetic attempt to last just one more year in the classroom. Not like your bible which you read to pacify any tempestuous guilt, and which you read not because of the contents, but because it's the right thing to do. Read it in my eyes like the book you read from cover to cover in a single afternoon, soaking up each page under a shade tree in the park. Like the story you read over and over again simply for the joy it brings you. Read it in my eyes and I think I could cough out this song into a melody so sweet that lollipops would grow from your ears.