I can see your tiny bloodshot eyes,
Slowly looking away
From my arrogant angry stare.
Turning back to laugh with your friends,
Away from the one
Who always cared.
And my own eyes,
Start to cry,
Tears of loneliness,
Of longing,
Of spite,
Your eyes are back on me,
Simply asking “Why”.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
I can see your tiny bloodshot eyes,
Slowly looking away
From my arrogant angry stare.
Turning back to laugh with your friends,
Away from the one
Who always cared.
And my own eyes,
Start to cry,
Tears of loneliness,
Of longing,
Of spite,
Your eyes are back on me,
Simply asking “Why”.
