Pome

I can’t see the moon tonight,
you say it looks beautiful.
From where you’re standing,
I wish I could too.

I can’t hear what you’re trying to say,
you say I’m beautiful.
From where you’re looking,
I wish I could too.

Death by words,
slowly, but sure.
You’re saying enough
I want more.

It all falls here,
just right here.
Next to where it beats,
a line of little cheats.

C’mon little forward,
I want to see your eyes.
Do they hold the world for me,
or can they just be?