Failure-

Staring down at thee
With big brown eyes,
With hope,
With glee,
Immortalized in the partial eyes,
Of lenses,
That live in pockets. 

Regret-

She comes
And she goes,
At night 
Crown so red
A crown so bright
And eyes that still inspire,
Though lips and words,
Be not for hire

Defeat-

So sweet,
Just before the street
Swept away with her. 
And so he stands,
On his ass,
Hands clasped before his eyes
Hoping for the good,
Whilst evil deeds be happening