your eyes are such a pretty shade of sorrow
but they're dampened by dark circles
and this shade of sadness can't be hidden with makeup, dear
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poesiathis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
If I was a battered library book, you were a hardcover hot off the press
your eyes are such a pretty shade of sorrow
but they're dampened by dark circles
and this shade of sadness can't be hidden with makeup, dear
