i don't know you, stranger,
but don't you think that i
could make up a story just
by looking at you?
your eyes are bright,
but tired. those lines under
are just reflections of the roads
you've traveled. those bags are
those feelings held and kept there
without tripping you up.
sometimes you wish
that maybe someone would
pull apart those rain-laden
clouds for you.
sometimes, you tell yourself
to give up. because you don't like
where your life is heading.
other times, you tell yourself
to get back up again. because maybe
someone will assist in picking you
can't you just smile for once?
instead of worrying where you'll
you wake up every morning to
a day that is the total opposite
of your insides, but you just tell yourself
to lose yourself in the eyes of a girl
who would make you happy.
and everything is supposed to get better.
i can't be that girl, can i?
but don't you know:
when i know you hurt just like me.
i cry when i know you
leak just like me.
just like whe