The Girl

Walking through the wood, clearing my drained head.
And I see someone looking, staring, at me.
I see her in more ways than she prob’ly needs.
Why do I feel like it’s something to dread?

She stands there under a big magnolia tree,
 Waiting for things I’m so tired to give.
It ‘s times like these feel too weary to live.
Please don’t look, eyes wide open, let me be.

Her eyes, so blue, see through my worn soul.
I feel spent, not willing to go on anymore.
She looks , considering, digging to the core,
Heaping, piling, stacking the burning coal.

I turn to leave and I know with a sigh ,
She is the girl with the desperate eyes.