what can i say? shit happens. deal with it.

it's 2.58 am.

here's something i wrote a few days ago...it's called "...stated in bold..."

These bags under my eyes,
They don't lie,
they tell of many tears cried,
and stories of sleepless nights,

Their dark shade speaks of innocence that has given up the fight,
and where the wings of men have been clipped - thus unable to take flight,

Their depth show of sorrow unbroken,
shouting out in silence of words unspoken,
causing immense throes of woe that feels neverending,

They are accessories to eyes that carry deep and heavy thoughts,
they help support eyes that are weary and no longer see the hopes and dreams of the past,

They are bags of burden, these bags under my eyes ...
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here's something i just wrote a mere few minutes ago...it's called "A Tear Drop"

A tear drop for pain,
A tear drop for sorrow,
I'm shedding tears for all the joy I won't have tomorrow,

A tear drop to mark farewell,
A tear drop reluctantly follows,
These are endless tears of grief that will be left untold,

A tear drop that's dried up,
A tear drop that's wiped off,
Let not these tears plague me again tomorrow.

Signing off, the common jack amongst the kings and queens...