Lento

A poem about noticing the suffering of someone

Slowly it passes,
caressing,
the air that breezes through your hair.

I want to record,
those memories,
when I’m seeing you,
without you noticing me.

When your hand,
carves through your wavy hair.
Your eyes red.
The sorrow you can't bare.

In slow motion,
your face moves.
My eyes unable to escape.
It's impossible to look away.

Your face shows so much pain.
It's obvious what it wants to say.
It's obvious to me,
what others can't see.

If I was your hair,
I wouldn't hide your gorgeous face.

If I were your tears,
I'd escape to leave behind the sadness.

If I was God,
I'd make a heaven just for you.


By,
Rocky