My eyes
When you look into my eyes what do you see? Summer days spent under a tree? Or a hidden sadness, deep as the sea?
They call it the window into ones soul The eyes I wonder what can be seen in mine 'cause I only see a blurry green through the tears.
Maybe they see coldness or rage, blazing inside me or warmth, remnants from a distant summer or melancholy, silent and dark
I will never ask but only hope that someday someone will tell me
Tell me if they are bright warm and loving or cold, hard and distant like the winter ice
I rarely look people in the eyes in fear of their souls the whole ones never shattered once
Wandering in the woods only a memory from a carefree summer where I only thought about here and now
Today, I'm a tired face going through routines the old sparkle of innoscence it was put out by reality
LunaWillowind · Mon Apr 02, 2007 @ 11:47am · 0 Comments |