Is this wrong
Is it not
It is to me
Two perfectly
Good eyes
I ruin them
No sleep
Thinking of a person
I think i will say nightie night for me now
God i thank within all my soul for these two beautiful eyes
Yes
Then i ruin them
Puffed up
Wrinkled
I hope its just my imagination
Or am i seeing wrinkles?
So young
I begin to wonder
Maybe lack of sleep causes many more problems
Inside
Then outside
The bags began
Than the darkness swelled around them
Like a punching fist shaped bruise
Then of course
I am still writing this poem...