Whimpering without sorrow
She lays by the corner
Hands clenched beneath her burrow face
Juliana, the eyes I stare at everyday leaves me felt of love in my dismay
The eyes of an angel as bright as the sky in the morning of dawn as I once intended to carry you while your wear your gown
I peek through the keyhole of your class door.
Wishing to gain your attention and no one else's.
I wait for you by the bench outside the court.
Tell me its fine.
Tell me were safe.
Tell me its done.
One too many.
Is the truth.
But you intend to not listen.