One set of eyes....
they stare at me....
watching....waiting....

they think i deseaved them...
they play tricks....lossing through the thoughts....
the try not to cry....

though the pain its to real to hold back.....
the Saphire Eyes watch and wait...
they want to be found.....

Can they try not to devour themselves int tears?
Are they still trying?
Can they do it?

the stone tablet sits straight infront of them....
flowers comfort the stone....
do these eyes cry for joy?

No,

These tears fall for the sake of a loved one..
This loved one was dearly close...
on the stone the words cry..

"Here lays the mother of 3 beautiful children,and a loving wife"
The sweet fresh tears embrace the cold ground...
its not her fualt she died....

though,she still feels it is....
When the car swerved...she was there...and it hurt her that she still feels the pain
but her Spahire Eyes still cry,screaming for mercy at the sight of the grave...

The moons slight reflection shows no mercy on the land...
Just like the tears when they hit the ground...
Can she stand it?

She'll never stop...

She'll keep crying...

letting the Saphire Eyes do what they must....