Sight For Sore Eyes – Day 231, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Sore.
Exhausted.
From carrying weight on two shoulders trembling over an extended lay-off,
From caring about herself.
She tries to smile,
But,
How can she when it’s been years since she’s been called beautiful by anyone?
And.
What really tears me apart is,
How enchanting her pupils are,
As black as a blackberry is purple.
Like,
The only Tulip blossoming in a field of grass turning beige while being depraved of water.
How I’m the only one seduced by her spell,
As she refuses to acknowledge any of my compliments.
I’m just a friend,
After all.
What value does it have for a woman looking elsewhere to find her happily-ever-after?
Yet,
As tense as it makes me feel,
Like boulders striking my skull each time she wearily says,
“Thanks,”
Never do I forget to say it.
“You’re gorgeous!…”
Hoping she’d smile longer than three seconds while my pours absorb her pain,
Each moment she’d cry on my shoulders.
“I promise everything will be okay.
Sooner or later,
There will come a man to be blinded by the sparkle in your eyes,
Someday…”
If only that man wasn’t myself…