The bags under my eyes tell stories,
just like the rings of a tree trunk.
One ring holds stories of a night spent with too much drinking.
Another holds a long night of loving someone who didn’t love me back.
But the deepest ones are from staying up all night,
waiting for a call
or a text
a letter
or a visit.
Just so i know you cared.
But these will never go away,
because you never really did care anyway.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
The bags under my eyes tell stories,
just like the rings of a tree trunk.
One ring holds stories of a night spent with too much drinking.
Another holds a long night of loving someone who didn’t love me back.
But the deepest ones are from staying up all night,
waiting for a call
or a text
a letter
or a visit.
Just so i know you cared.
But these will never go away,
because you never really did care anyway.
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