My eyes, they see.
They look, they stare.
My eyes have seen things everywhere.
They have cried from wrong tolls and told lies.
Eyes are like waters, they overflow from emotion and passion.
Call it overdose..
Their color is brown, like wood. somtimes missed understood.
My eyes show my weakness, the shyness, the cuts.
In my eyes, you might see my past...
Or past lives that did not last.
They can show no mercy... see into a soul.
My eyes maybe can see the unknown.
For that is that, and is now told...
About the Creator
Alexis. T
Am a poet, a story teller and human.i only try to be me.
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