• He looks at me with those eyes of mercy
    Not saying a word not even breathing
    The fire that burns in his eyes shows the feelings
    That yearns so deeply in the depths of cursory.
    I stand here looking at his emotions
    Feeling the pain he has bestowed on me,
    Trying to go through all of the motions
    Even when its so very hard to see
    What in the world he wants of me.
    But as I sit here sad and frustrated
    My heart tells me to move on forward
    Away from he who makes me dejected.
    But the thought of what he has done is weak
    Next time I’ll be stronger when we speak.