Her Eyes are filled with salty tears
She is asking herself not to let it out
But these wicked tears ditched her yet again!
These eyes of hers tend to see fantasy rather than reality.
They tend to feel what they want to feel.
Tend to know what they want to know.
Why cant they see what is truly there?
Why can’t these eyes finally believe that the people who
torment her are the people who are willing to see her fall?
Why does she weep all night thru?
Why does she look stronger when she is all dead inside?
No one can ever see what she goes through
why does she allow people stab right in her heart every time?
She stands all alone with her Eyes filled with tears yet again!
-Aparajitha Rajagopalan
She is asking herself not to let it out
But these wicked tears ditched her yet again!
These eyes of hers tend to see fantasy rather than reality.
They tend to feel what they want to feel.
Tend to know what they want to know.
Why cant they see what is truly there?
Why can’t these eyes finally believe that the people who
torment her are the people who are willing to see her fall?
Why does she weep all night thru?
Why does she look stronger when she is all dead inside?
No one can ever see what she goes through
why does she allow people stab right in her heart every time?
She stands all alone with her Eyes filled with tears yet again!
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