Those eyes, just those eyes so timid amongst bright lights. Soften amongst a darkened surface. So fragile yet show no emotion.
Those eyes can come in many colors green, blue, brown, or even hazle, or no eyes at all.
Those eyes show pain and a story untold by secrets they are bound. Bound by chains holding their heart in place, won't even buge an inch I say.
Yet those eyes, crippling emotions poor like a river. But ever so dry and barren do they seem to flow.
Those eyes, dark, shrivles up anything in glance, pircing through the hollow darkness that fills a void.
Those eyes see through a broken lens, so gray, monotone even. As the outside floods with color. Gray becomes emotions, a feeling sinking withen. Such eyes go unnoticed.
Just those eyes heeds a warning to stay away, yet just want to be held and cherished so sad yet be the truth, it is so.
We all have eyes that cover and hide who we are. Eyes are a master at Disguises masking even the cruelest of emotions.
Yes just those eyes makes this colorfull world so simple so simple I'm deed that those gray eyes fit in just fine in such a colorfull world.
Jayne Peters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem