by Brandy West

Created on: November 24, 2008   Last Updated: February 17, 2009

Look into his eyes

I know it is coming.

I stare not blinking.

I tell myself no, not now

But my eyes reject my will.

My eyes burn red,

My face pale as snow.

Lines of blackness outline my eyes.

Clear blurs cloud my vision.

Warmth falls down my face.

The taste of salt runs across my lips.

Heavy breathing and racing heartbeat determine my demeanor.

Do I cry here or do I stray far as to not be seen?

People around me stare.

Do they not know,

The tragic end to a beautiful thing is near its end?

All I can do is cry and hope it will mend.

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