You drink through the glasses
Filled with regrets and sorrows;
Laugh it off, raise a toast,
Shamelessly believing your smile hides it all;
But my eyes know no bounds,
They drown in your soul.
Call it an unhealthy peculiarity,
Your eyes can never decieve me;
We may be strangers in words,
But in silence,our conversations wander aimlessly.
When tired of wearing masks,
We befriend in misery;
Our angels might not be aquaintances,
But your demons find a home in me.