Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
408 · Sep 2014
You Didn't Win!
Phyllis Husk Sep 2014
Your eyes to your soul
An entrance to you 
Nature may rob 
And play far too cruel
 
She cannot take you though
You're here and gone
She played a wretched game
And yet we carry on

Maybe we've won
It's feels as though we've lost
What she doesn't get
Is what we know best

We know your eyes
Your face was locked
But we always knew 
If we were being told off

Mother Nature needs to know 
That we know you best
Your eyes to your soul
Was our entrance to you
There was no way 
She could ever compete with that

— The End —