Why

A poem

You always ask me why

I try not to question it.

I'd see you cry

But never mention it.

Your eyes look so old

It used to be such a vibrant Green

Your body is cold

Makes me flinch at what i have already seen

You used to be so fiery

and so brilliant

Now you are always  weary

and so very distant

Makes  me want to ask you why

Even though I've never questioned it.

But when you'd see me cry

You never want to mention it.

Why?

 

 

 

Author's Note

i'm not very good with poetry but i tried so please tell me how it sounds and if i need to fix it