not quite finished but good i think,...

I loe the way he looks at me with that pair of beautiful eyes. Like thin, blue glass. My tears then fall like November rain. When he's not here, my heart fills with pain. He loves me for who I am, not who I was. Never questioning who I will become. To some, I deserve much better, but to me I believe I don't even deserve to hear his voice. His voie, it's like music to my ears. His smile has taken place as my security blanket.