She told me,
“Sometimes I look into your eyes and see the tears you haven’t cried.
It’s like everything you see is filtered through them.
Even when you smile,
It’s like light shining through drops of water.”
Sounds like my favorite days.
When sunrays fill the skies with hope
Even though they know it rained yesterday
I’ve always thought that sorrow makes joy sweeter.
“Mourning may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
When will you climb out of bed with night and embrace the day?”