She turns her eyes
I vaporise
and realise
everyone dies in the end.
I tend to carp and criticise
it hurts
I see that in her eyes
I vaporise.
I die in my lines and
bring death to the rhymes,
at times
it hurts even more
than the eyes
I adore,
she turns her eyes
I vaporise.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.