His eyes were that of a lost puppy,
His heart, one that had been broken.
His loudness and laughter meant more tears, than he could ever of spoken.
He wanted her to fix him,
As he'd hoped the last would of done.
But it was not her duty or ability,
To shine light on all that he could become.
There was void missing in his heart,
A hole left by betrayal.
A mothers love of no condition,
Is the missing link that's caused his heart so frail.
He wanted to feel wanted.
Needed to be told,
Of the worth and goodness inside himself,
That he's tried so hard to withhold.
Though she could see through him,
As he had hoped she would.
It's what made her 'intriguing',
And what captivated his mind of all that could.
He felt lost, like that puppy.
The kind that had been beat.
The kind that checked twice before crossing a road,
And knew better than to ever take a seat.
Though through the glass of his eye,
He tried with his might to reflect gold.
All that he felt expected to be,
The type that could never be told.
For when you look straight at glass,
You see the reflection it presents.
It is not until you look through his eye,
That his soul projects.
And then there's no one left to fool.
It was this connection that he had wanted,
And found within her view.
But she insisted he take a look,
In hope one day it will seep through.