You're In My Veins, You Fuck. -Poetry

blonde

Eyes of his mothers green in colour,
Sad like his mother head down;
No wonder.
Love not felt as years go by.
I sat a watched and didnt try,
To wash his tears of when he cried.
For starry nights and chardonnay, you hear the glass shards sprawl array.
Cleaned up in no hurry not one awake. But only one will forget and two will quake.
Act like nothing, until one day when
Little one is not here to stay.