Pictures

I stare at you, and I cannot ever stop,
To see it’s just a picture, makes my heart drop,
I see all of your beauty, and that’s why I look,
As I know you love me, and my heart, you took,
It’s a reminder of you, one I’m glad to see,
It’s for when you aren’t there, like now, for me,
I want you back, to know you are well,
But I can’t know, and I can’t ever tell…

When I see you, I feel tears behind my eyes,
You make me feel, when the inside dies,
I look upon your smile, and I smile too,
But inside I know, I may never see you,
I can’t look away, I’m glad, for this is perfect,
For I love you, and your smile has an effect,
Your skin is beautiful, a delicate rose,
But death, that is the thing you chose…

I see your eyes, and I get stuck, looking at you,
Your eye’s iris, like the flower, a beautiful hue,
But there’s a pain, it lies beyond the mask,
It’s solemn, that pain has somewhere to bask,
When you are so beautiful, especially to me,
I want you fixed, and your repair, I want to see,
I will wait, forever to just hear you speak,
When you, are all, that I ever long to seek…