The Hardness of her heart
the coldness of her hand, i wonder why she ignores me so much.
The sparkle in her eye is only when she crys, confort seems to not be enough.
When i hold her tight she does nothing but pull away, can my trust be that weak to her.
Her past relations seem to back track her life, thinking in her mind im just like the rest.
I show her a better side; the right side, instead she turns left because the grass is greener on the other side.
Where she sees the sun shining on that wonder grass she loves. Soon time will past by and the sun will dim down and she will see be nothing but darkness in the night.
Then she realizes she had a star that will forver be bright.