Tired Eyes

The wrinkles on your forehead scream the same story,
As your smile that's so unhindered by our history,
You act oblivious to the pain you caused as if you don't remember,
But I'll never forget those wretched nights last December,
Everything about you shouts regret,
But looking at those tired eyes of yours I realize I just can't forget,
The way you made me feel,
Before I realized our love just wasn't real.