The last time the girl with the vibrant eyes
looked at me today with
dreary eyes and a tinge of
tiredness,
and I asked her why.
No, I’m not sad, she said meekly
I am just tired
of it all
and there is nothing anyone can do
to help me stand strong.
The roses have wilted and the
petals have dropped dead
like defeated soldiers on battle ground,
sprawled like eagles but on
cold, stone hard
ground.
And I didn’t say a word but
all I could do was to think of her vibrant eyes and
how the pair of dreary eyes didn’t fit
and it was all out of place.
hang on, I’m coming to get you home safe.
; 