The depressed look on your face
Does more then kills me inside.
It puts my mind in another place.
Where all my thoughts collide.
How can I make her feel less pain?
What can I possibly say to her?
Why wont she just explain?
Who could make this pain even occur?
The thoughts do not help me at all.
I can't come up with any solution.
Its like my mind ran into a brick wall.
I don't think I'll ever reach her sorrow's execution.
The next time she smiles while looking in my eyes
Will never come soon enough for me.
Until then my worried face I will have to disguise.
That way I'll be the only one that has to worry.
Claude Davis III
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-upset-girl/
