Tired Eyes.

I see those eyes.
Beautiful eyes.
Eyes that are black,
darker than tanned African skin.
Eyes that are lustrous,
Eyes that exhibit effervescence.
Eyes that call you,
when you look, not at them, but into them.

Soft eyes.
Eyes that seem so fragile.

Broken eyes.
Eyes that have recorded shattered dreams.
Eyes that have been shattered, themselves.
Eyes that have cried the tears of broken hearts.

Sad eyes.
Eyes that have seen happiness leave.
Eyes that have seen the ends of beautiful beginnings
Eyes that are melancholic.
Eyes that have seen the Light,
yet drowned in darkness.

Tired eyes.
Eyes that have grown weary of tearing,
Eyes that have seen it all, you name it.

Eyes that are tired.

Eyes that are mine.

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