Her Life is Precious 2

I wish I could describe to her the chill of rain on the coasts of the Pacific

or the way the tree bends to her beauty when she wasn't watching.

How people love her looks

and not judge based upon a blemish on her right cheek.

That so many people love her

when she cries that she feels alone.

If only she could give life a chance

or give it a change

if it makes her feel unhappy

because she can't make my choice.

Death because of the teary nights

and tired evenings.

Because the world chewed me up, and spit me out

on a platter for all to enjoy.

I thought about each little thing the world didn't do to me

then the big things it had done.

I chose the ugliness of a wound that had taken away my left eye

and nearly my life

then the beautiful shade of my right

and how I was thankful to be alive.

I listened only to the hate

then words of inspiration from the ones I loved.

I chose death over a life I almost died to keep.

Now, I can only watch my love then to live it.

She needs to live,

she needs to breath,

she needs to be happy.