the glow
of your puffed eyes
from all that crying
seems fitting,
for all that your eyes saw
was nothing but crippling pain,
a sight you no longer trust
for it warns you of lies
your gut tells you,
smiles no longer feel genuine to you,
and you hide the tears
behind close doors,
dark rooms,
and quiet sniffles,
how painful it must've been
to have such pretty eyes
only for people to make you cry.
YOU ARE READING
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
