In the depths of sorrow, where darkness grips, Lies a tale of hopes crushed, where pain equips, The painful eyes, burdened with tearful streams, Yet the lips, they smile, like a shattered dream.
Through battles fought, within the heart's confines,
The agony etched, where despair intertwines, Those eyes, weary windows to a weary soul,
But the lips, they feign joy, their true tale untold. Oh, how the tears, they glisten like fallen stars, Silent testimonials of the hidden scars,
Yet the lips, they twist, into a painted grin,
A facade so convincing, concealing what's within. Like crushed petals, those eyes reflect the...