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Sad Eyes
 
Sad eyes reflect crooked mirrors and only.
The parrots mock me by being quiet,
And nothing can drive one to be this lonely
Only the silence, when one can’t deny it.
 
The heartbeat subsides to hear the clocks’ crow--
It’s only eleven, but the ball is long over.
Cinderella is turned into a beast to show
That the night doesn’t want to see me sober.
 
On nights like this, it no longer matters
If the legs can find the way to the bedroom.
The body hits concrete, seeking a mattress,
And helplessly slides six feet under in tantrum.