Lacryma

Her eyes grew wide in shock. It had finally dawned upon her, the reason as to why she couldn't overcome it. It wasn't it! It's not that she could not overcome it, it's that she saw no interest in doing so. When she thought about the logic behind her previous failures, it was pretty easy to see what she had done wrong and how to fix it. She knew and understood all that, it wasn't the issue. The said issue was: she didn't care! Not one bit at that! Sure, she saw one thousand and perhaps more reasons ...

I wrote this quite a while ago and felt like posting it here, so here it is!

She will rise
She will rise a thousand times
Under the mourning sun
Youd don't know it has begun
An endless road of no return
Close your eyes and let it bloom
Let it take you to the gates of doom.

This is a poem I wrote; I hope whoever reads this will enjoy it.

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The wearyness of eyes;
Eyes that tell you've been through much;
Eyes that see that which you cannot;
Eyes you cannot seem to reach;
Eyes that say more than words;
Those eyes of yours with which you peer in mine.
Those eyes of yours in which I see my own.