BY JILL WOOLFORD

Wednesday 26 May 2010

these tired eyes

can these tired eyes keep on searching,
is what i want really there?
can this tired heart keep on beating,
does this man any longer really care?
is it possible to say how im hurting,
can i leave, should i go, do i dare?

take a look at my eyes, can you see?
take a look at my face, did you notice?
look in the mirror, can you tell?
the face looking back, is it me?
the rain that falls does it sting?
the sun that shines does it burn?
when a star stops shining, is it just a black hole?
when a heart stops beating, is it over?

can these tired eyes keep on searching,
is what i want really there?
can this tired heart keep on beating,
does this man any longer really care?
is it possible to say how im hurting,
can i leave, should i go, do i dare?

does he look in my eyes, can he see?
has he seen my face, does he notice?
when he looks in the mirror, can he tell?
the face looking back, does he know?
has he realised the raindrops are my tears?
that the sun is blinding my thoughts?
the star he once knew, is it nothing but black?
my heart once his, has it stopped?

can these tired eyes keep on searching,
is what i want really there?
can this tired heart keep on beating,
does this man any longer really care?
is it possible to say how im hurting,
can i leave, should i go, do i dare?

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