Her eyes like to chase his

Her eyes like to chase his 

And figure out why she might despise 

A figure sculpted so perfectly so 

She can’t help but focus on the lies

Yet her heart likes to look after hers

And feel the space that’s barely left 

and rest assured that all her troubles will drift away 

Because every day she chooses to stay

His eyes try to tell her this too

But something gets lost and it’s not quite right

For all she feels is the space created 

And all her worries stay awaited

So must you berate her for choosing a life over a lie?