Do I Cry My Eyes to Sleep? (from Brainstorms) “Do I cry my eyes to sleep?” asked the boy of himself. And something in the question pointed at the girl. But how can this boy know the chaos behind the silky locks and flirty frocks, the picture-perfect picket fences of her smile. “Do I cry my eyes to sleep?” he asked. From pain that feels undeserving when she compares it to what could be. “Do I cry my eyes to sleep?” he asked. Not from fright or to escape the light but wondering whether she is worthy or not, worthy of her lot, because it seems like someone forgot to share it. And she doesn’t know how to care in a way that makes a real difference. In a way that will make the little boy turn back to hand her a tissue and tell her that it’s okay to cry.
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