I think they're Permanant

This color can be so dark,
almost like night sky,
its a popular color,
even under my eyes.

Wasn't struck,
or hit by any kind,
hearts been demolished,
thats all.

pulled myself up,
oh so many times,
but even then,
i think their here forever,
these purple bags of mine.

Covering it up,
for hours only,
the time passes and makeup fades,
and my spots of violet peep out again.

I hope they will be gone soon,
maybe not all,
it would even be good,
if my big purple bags,
would become small.

**this poem is about me crying so much that i think i made the purple under my eyes, permanent. its not all bad anymore, i just didn't want to waste a good poem of mine*

--All Poems by Tia E
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