I watch him

I love him.

I lay there on his lap

Laying there no worries in this flat.

I chuckle

His hair brown

He bows down

I look in his eyes

So shiny,

Yet it’s rising

My dear,

And my fear

Mixing, I see the worst

I can’t see his face,

I can’t see the background behind his words.

His words

Rose up like a sword.

Is he the same ?

Will he make me shame.

Will he yell

And rise up a new former shell?

My eyes can’t see

No light enough.

What’s this behind his words,

Is he after my worst ?

Oh sweet boy

Don’t tell me your my very worst

My sword

My blade

And my end