• Eyes are like a book
    Just by one look
    You can read every person
    If they are good, bad, or if they are about to worsen

    It does not matter
    If the colours smooth, or if they splatter
    If dark as night, or bright as day
    Blue, green, brown, or grey

    Eyes can tell how you feel
    They will spill tears until you heal
    They will be bright when you’re exited
    Or when you’re just plainly delighted

    Eyes are the doorway
    To your soul at bay
    Only some are able to
    Keep their secrets out of view