The girl in glasses
A girl in glasses. Hidden behind those slender frame of glasses Are found eyes That tells stories beyond What you see Behind those glasses I’ve become okay With hiding the color of my eyes. Those almost black Hazy brown, Catlike Tiny little eyes of mine That serves as my window to the outside world This pair of glasses Have not just become a protection For my delicate eyes against A harmful influx of light But have become my shied From prying eyes who wants nothing but to devour the stories my mouth refuses to utter It’s a shield I’ve become So comfortable to hide behind As my eyes these days Carry bags of their own. Bags from restless nights With not enough sleep Bags from tumultuous sleep With torturous dreams Bags of worries And very Few bags of genuine happiness No wonder My eyes don’t shine with luster Like they used to before. What’s even sadder is I’m not sure at the moment They ever will again. Maybe they will eventually Let’s not be pessimisti