Eyes
She has a wonderful pair of eyes...
How can such eyes that keep and hold so much pain be wonderful?
I want to ask you.. why my eyes? Why did you see them? What do you see in my eyes? Do you know something? Do youknowthe pain?
But my eyes. Could they be exceptional? You look at me and I can see that I want to ask myself if they are. Will you ever see what they are trying to tell you? I didn't know, didn't use to know that they reveal something. Are they telling you something?
And if you ever find out what its trying to tell you, would you still look at me like what you always do and then make me wonder what your stare was all about? Would you ever find out? When you find out, will you still look at my eyes? If you find out what it's telling you, would you still say: she has a wonderful pair of eyes?
How can such eyes that keep and hold so much pain be wonderful?
I want to ask you.. why my eyes? Why did you see them? What do you see in my eyes? Do you know something? Do youknowthe pain?
But my eyes. Could they be exceptional? You look at me and I can see that I want to ask myself if they are. Will you ever see what they are trying to tell you? I didn't know, didn't use to know that they reveal something. Are they telling you something?
And if you ever find out what its trying to tell you, would you still look at me like what you always do and then make me wonder what your stare was all about? Would you ever find out? When you find out, will you still look at my eyes? If you find out what it's telling you, would you still say: she has a wonderful pair of eyes?
posted by petite belle @ 2:40 PM
