He looks at me
with tired eyes
They glisten
looking slightly
                                 that way

His thoughts racing in,
slowly saying he Loves me
if he didn't he'd be vacant
so he tells me..

Our days go by
as our Spring turns to Summer,
Summer fading slightly to Fall
Then in Winter we're over
gently clinging together
preparing ourselves
for yet another
Blue Summer

His eyes, now wide
when he watches me cry
awaiting the moment its over,
then with a hug
he continues
his same old sleepy way
forgetting why he ever saw me
in the first place
So I beg for him to look
with those eyes that he had
when the Moon brought excitement
rather the
frightened and sad

My eyes are bloodshot now
I feel like Im dying
I want to even.
And so I keep crying