Eyes

Deep into baby blues,

I gaze-

Slowly tracing,

The contours of her face.

One arm wrapped gingerly,

Around her waist.

Minutes slowly passing-

To times of joyous waste.

She whispers so softly,

Words I can’t believe. 

She tells me she can’t stand,

The thought of being alive.

How all these lies about her,

Life rage in her mind. 

How could someone-

Who comforts me so,

Let all the lies and,

Deceit takes control.

Bearing the weight,

Of your world in my mind.

I hope you know I’d give,

Anything for you to feel alive.

I can’t bear the thought of-

Saying goodbye.

That’s why I will only

Ever say goodnight.