When you spend your nights alone at the bar
at the ripe age of 32
your eyes start to develop a deep glassy loneliness
Washed out; Faded
These grey eyes have an endless longing
Unfulfilled nothingness resting behind a curious gaze that is envious of everything and everyone that is content
Rage is replaced with regret.
Inspiration replaced with hollow grandeurs.
Love replaced with desperate sentimentality.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
When you spend your nights alone at the bar
at the ripe age of 32
your eyes start to develop a deep glassy loneliness
Washed out; Faded
These grey eyes have an endless longing
Unfulfilled nothingness resting behind a curious gaze that is envious of everything and everyone that is content
Rage is replaced with regret.
Inspiration replaced with hollow grandeurs.
Love replaced with desperate sentimentality.
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