the stained glass.

to see a smile formed on the lips, only to look into a pair of vacant eyes,
is the most haunting impression one can experience.

like looking through the windows, expecting an interesting interior to what you thought was a captivating house, but all you feel is the thickness of the emptiness.
impenetrable.
and seeing nothing,
you start to withdraw away,
betrayed.

the dark pupils like pools of black ink,
as you peer into them.
like how you would into a seemingly bottomless pit of a well.

yet that smile is still playing on those cherry lips.
ruby red.
what is she trying to tell me?
or is she just playing with my head.

but those vacuous- ness never once left me.
a permanent imprint in my head.

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tea's gone cold and i wonder why.
i got out of bed at all.
the morning rain has cloud my windows,
that i cant see at all.
and even if i could, well it'll all be grey,
but your picture on my wall.
it reminds me that its not so bad,
its not so bad.


i love the rain :)