Something I Can’t Understand
I could compare her eyes to my thoughts.
Sometimes happy, but most times sad.
As dark as the day Miranda was lost.
From a far you’d think her eyes not so mad.
They shined perfectly in the light.
Ah, but there’s something about her eyes I cannot understand.
If her eyes represented her life I knew I couldn’t get it right.
They’re as stormy as the night I’d lost my best friend.
Her eyes want to remember but they soon forget.
You can see she’s tired of pretending.
How does it feel to be accepted by both family and friends?
Most days she has to choose to seem friendly.
My thoughts will grow and so will her eyes
until we both decide the restlessness will subside.