quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2012

Early eyes.

The corner of my eyes sting,
Dawn scarred my vision.
My mind is still warming up too sleepy to even think.
I feel a slight murmur in my heart.
Before the day has begun, I must stop my hope from sinking.
Everything I see has been shaded by the early morning...
And the confusion of troubled dreams.
My eyes hurt. The suns just strong enough to blind them.

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