turning his sadness to mine

his sweet brown eyes trembling with tears
falling down, year after year
what can i do? what can i say?
to make his beautiful tears go away

day after day i try to explain
i love him for him, every single way
love comes in so many different forms
how can i take away my gorgeous boy’s rainstorms?

black roses, i wish i could turn them to gold
wishing our love will never turn old
sadness is a spectrum, it mixes and turns
all the lips he’s kissed before mine, i want them to burn.

maybe someday i will find a way
a way to make my sweet angel stay
but, for now
all i have is my words
i yearn that those words don’t take him to the birds.