Those Eyes

His dark brown eyes ,sweet whispers like baby Cry's,not loving me i do despise

as in side my sorrow cry, his love is just a simple lie,only living for a day to die

love me please i scream and shout , as in that corner i sadly pout,him loving me i surely doubt

his sensitive little whispers ,his conscious speaks +says ,kiss her

in her hand there lie a rose , he loves her i do suppose ,my heart beats softly the beating goes

his gentle touch i do adore , how dare she i love him more ,my heart is sore

she grasp the rose as it pricks , them together makes her sick ,like a game of pick up sticks played by freaking lunatics

he said he cared for her and her life ,but that ended in strife ,but not by the edge of her knife

shes not like that she only wanted love , so her heart wouldn't float above,so then she whispers

" he was my one true love"