Eyes sore can't even hide at early dawn

People will try to read what happened last night

Those seconds, minutes and few hours when I am alone

Time when I tried to pull the string of my owned kite

The waterfall unleashed within my eyes

As I travelled to a higher ground

When I saw what really on beyond lies

The meaning of this life indeed abound

At most, I pitied myself

My waterfalls were for my owned flaws

But not last night, when I saw what really laid on others' shelf

I was hurt by a sharp blade of selflessness claws

People will look at me twice or thrice

They'll try to read what my two stars on the face write

In fact, today I have sorry eyes

But 'twas the worthiest waterfall last night

2-1-2016

Mysterious Aries