how i am now?
this pair of eyes reflect you as you saw them never did you knew they see more of things if only you'd understand fragile like a glass it shines when polished cleaned regularly but like all china when the time comes, they break too. once broken considered sold there can never be glued back no matter how you try broken things remain broken even if you mend them endlessly these eyes, held water moist when they desire dry when they mourn somewhere in between too if only you do not know what it is just when things are falling back boy were you very wrong one point can be turned totally then you found yourself contemplating again your eyes were so dry oozing those sadness away nothing was left there but anger and hatred to nothing but yourself grief, it is supposed to be it is not that you want it that feeling became so addictive you've grown to it and succumbed to it if you could only see through my eyes and fathom every sparkle then may