Is She?

She's asked so many times but it seems you just don't care;

Not interested in trying; always lying;

rarely telling her sweet words to make her blush; her blush; blood rush, beyond lust; make it known she's your queen, that one thing;

That makes you stutter;

Whisper in the quiet night to the darkness how she's your light.

You don't see her pain; feel the rain constantly falling around her, leaving stains on her shirt.

She’ll be gone before long;

The day the sun's rays kiss her face and she knows she can do no more, grow no more, be no more with you.

Will you try then?

Or be the coward, walk away pretending, not amending, forcefully believing that you are better off but always knowing you made a mistake?

Take a moment, think about it;

Is she worth it? Will you earn it, cherish it;

Or simply step back and let her walk away?