I wonder if my eyes look dead as my mind.
I've tried hard to breathe alot of air,
Hoped it'll clear my eyes
Hoped it'll wake my soul
But reality hates to see my longing
Or hear my songs
Reality reminds me
That happiness is
For the soft heart.
Mine is heavy
And so my eyes is tired.
I'm tired.
And so
I wonder if my eyes are dead enough.
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PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
