☆ él brilló en mis ojos no es x felicidad

I don’t like hearing how my eyes are “pretty”

it’s said so often 

they’ve even written about ‘em  

but it’ll never be a compliment 

there’s no beauty in what bears constant pain 

if they’re so pretty …

why are they always filled with tears?

as if they were made to cry this much 

I can’t lie —

when liquor hits my tongue 

I miss what I thought I had 

and for a brief moment 

my eyes replay memories never made 

hacen llorar a los ojitos que aman tanto

so i close them

wrap my arms around my knees, 

let my head rest on ‘em —

remember what made me let go 

and I may no longer be the same 

pero dejo que todo pase 

sin miedo, sin prisa 

Y sanaré mis ojos con cada lágrima que deslizan