Night grief

Written by: Ako Henshaw

Needless to cry.
My days are dry.

Those of shine are long gone. 
now am left alone to mourn.

If I had eyes I would have seen.
But days like this are unforeseen.

She came so lovely and smart.
Blindly to me only a tat.

Others cautioned; but to me they Pseud and pry.
Yet now each night I grief in sly.

Then she weren't better than a moth.
But in present days I see her worth.
Harbor those feelings you see in those eyes.
But you let it go....; that's exactly when you realize.