Try to cry when eyes are dry, no lubricant to save your eyes, stare at the air as it continues to dry out your eyes.
Eyes look like dark grey clouds, but weatherman is wrong, no drops ever came around.
Within the storm there’s an eye, no storm, just an eye, calm - makes you think of lip balm while sun bathing under the palms. Look back out at the storm so fierce, you can’t get out of your mind.
What the fuck is wrong…