Your Day

You look so worn down and I

Brush hair away from your face

My eyes can't meet yours

And as I watch you disgrace

Faster than the shedding of tears

Tissues cannot absorb

And though you think it makes your day

You like it more when it goes wrong

And I accept the thought that someday

You'd go back to where you belong

And as all the bags are filled

With all the items that you own

Can you leave faster

To prevent myself from

Stopping you I'll show you the door

That's open for you

And though you think it makes your day

You like it more when it goes wrong

And I accept the thought that someday

You'd go back to where you belong

I decorate where I saw differences

Knowing why eyeliner runs

Dampening the warmth of your face