Trisha Jane Camacho

He Opened His eyes

As the stars slowly fades away
He asked some why's
Alone in the cold sunny day

Horizon was often seen on his lips

Rainbows and also Raindrops
Loneliness was in a good grip
It never seem to stop

Sadness comes knocking on his door

He didn't cry for help, He cannot shout
Right now he's standing on that floor
Staring at thedoor with a paralyzed mouth

In a dark room with little bit of light

Tears fall from his sored brown colored eyes
Mask was taken off and only sadness was in sight
When morning comes he'll wear the mask
and leaves with sweet goodbyes.