Poems of mine (?)

Glass eyes

She stands, head held high before her bed
Crumbling to her knees as tears cascade.
Her fleeting strength to hold her head
And the facade of joy able to fade.

It was safe here behind closed doors,
Where she could be herself.
Crawling on all fours
She sniffled and shuffled toward my shelf.

Observing her with my arms wide
My sewn smile grew as she held my cheeks and kissed my forehead.
Despite her being the one to have cried
She clutched me to her chest and said:

"Everything will be okay,
There's no need to feel blue.
Besides, tomorrow's a brand new day
You'll be okay...I love you."

She sat on the bed, my body in her lap,
Tears falling as she watched the skies.
The salty water hit the bed with a soft tap,
Her sadness reflected in my glass eyes.