Why Such a Sad Face?
Your long tresses of russet colored hair craddle the delicate curves of your angelic face. I urge to wake you; to wake you and say goodbye, to tell you that I loved you one last time. But why make this even more hard on either of us than it has to be? I want so badly to lose myself in those hazel eyes splashed with hues of blue to brown. But I have learned now that wishes don’t always come true when you want them to. I watch you sleep, taking in every sacred breath that you may, and wondering to myself with silent tears about why I couldn’t be you. Why couldn’t I be the one lying on this bed, sleeping endlessy; lost in dreams in which had no meaning for the word ‘pain’? You’ve always been the stonger one in all of this, because I was too afraid to open up to anyone ever again. I was too afraid of getting close to another; of falling in love. But you were always there for me. You always told me you loved me, but I never had any intentions of telling you the same, though my heart told me
