When you look into my tired eyes, what do you see?
When you look into my tired eyes what do you see? When you see me tucking away my wild untamable strands of hair, do you see all the impossibilities that I tie back along with the waves in my hair? On some nights when you see me lost stuck in my weeded mind tossing and turning without rhyme or reason.. Will you pull me through the thought maze and set me free? On some days when I fight back tears of defeat from my eyes and look into yours, my kohl rimmed eyes trying to hide traces of emotion. Will you see the pain burning inside the black lining? Some moments when I fumble at words to describe how much you mean to me, will you just read my silences and know what I failed to convey? When I appear distant and stare into the deep dark oblivion, Will you hold my hand and walk me out of it.. When I explain my twisted past with trembling lips my mind intoxicated after a bottle of whiskey . Will you hold onto me till I fall asleep? Day after day when you see my tired eyes, do you really k