I look at you for hours
But what do I see?
The pure image of
Beauty staring back at me
In all of my darkness
You light up my night
You yell at my demons
Ready to put up a fight
But there's this thing
In my head
That tells me
You won't be around for long
At first I ignored it
But now I'm prepared
So if the time comes
For you to leave
I'll be okay
Because I'm painting a picture
Of you so perfectly
That it will seem as if
You are really thereBut here's the truth
I'm not an artist
I cannot paint a picture of you
I can't even trace the lines of your face
No matter how hard I tried
So I would appreciate it
If you wouldn't leave
Cause I never wanna lose
The pure beauty that forever will beYou
YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoetryDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!