I am not tired, my eyes are.
They droop when I am sad, and when I am happy; why do you expect me to make them smile?
My occipital lobe is tired. My frontal and temporal lobes are in angst.
I love my life when I see the light shining into my eyes from the sunrise - it is always going to shine.
The lake water that drips into my eyes takes a minute to make me feel like I am talking to the skies.
I love the skies they provide part of the sunrise..
My eyes are the loveliest part of me that I will forever cherish but can't take too much care of.
About the Creator
Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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