They will never realize what it is about your eyes.
They must have been taken from the midnight skies.
They deceive to hid the lies.
Unable to hold back the cries.
Delicate, beautiful, and just the right size.
Always bright like you've won a prize.
Even through the highs and lows, your eyes are what always shows.
And sill no one know the pain your eyes hold.
The pain that continues to grow.
