The restless soul of a well worn youth, <br />Storms of rage at those who waste, <br />The waves of love that come crashing down on unsuspecting people, <br />It all lies behind tired eyes. <br />The knowlege of generations past, <br />Emotions and memories that should live on forever, <br />But will eventually die, <br />It all lies behind tired eyes. <br />Storms of rage, waves of love, <br />None of this was ever enough, <br />Because behind tired eyes lies a saddness that no one will remember, <br />Lying and cheating left these tired eyes all alone, <br />No one to care what happens and where, <br />It al lies behind tired eyes that cheated, <br />And now must wait, <br />Untill those tired eyes, <br />Finaly close, <br />Blotting out what no one else will ever know.<br /><br />Laura Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/behind-tired-eyes/
