Those Tired Eyes
~Dedicated to my beautiful mum~
I stare into those brown, tired eyes
And realise in them an entire story lies
One of hardships and lots of sacrifice
And a sparkling ember that never dies
For every time i walked through fires
And nobody could hear my cries
It were these very same tired eyes
That saw through my fake smiles
Whatever i put up, a mask or a disguise
She could easily dismiss my lies
And sense my pain of the most acute size
Even when we're seperated by miles.
No amount of love i give would suffice
For after all, for me her body did dice
I changed her looks and her styles
And turned on her during my troubled times
But instead of looking at me with despise,
I can see the undying love in those tired eyes.
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