He Weeps,
(( I wrote this as if looking at myself from my GF’s eyes. ))
I love you for you, not much else to say as I sit and type; you see me and say,
Now there is a man who thinks truly deep about his love for I he weeps.
Late at night when no one is around, he lays down his head and his world turns around.
His eyes grow tired but not from sleep, his body grows week as he begins to weep.
His mind not focused but thoughts do race of his love that is I so undoubtfully misplaced.
His soul is lost but his heart is found. his mind is gone as he lay down,
His dreams of me so sweet yet brutal, His eyes they weep from me so truthful.
*point to Art Gallery/Writer's corner*
