Art | poems [Book 1]

2. Her

This is her.
She cannot move she cannot see,
She can feel you as you touch her,
She can hear you as you speak.

No emotions will be showed,
No tears will be shed,
Connected to a machine.
Stopping her heart one day.

I come here every day.
But she lies there all day long.
Death will eventually come.
That's what they all say.

But I'm sure she'll wake up.
I am sure she will speak.
She will open her eyes.
She will move forward again.

But for now let her rest in peace.

~author note~
I guess this is in my story "lost in your eyes" but I'm not sure anymore...
But I wrote this years ago.