Your eyes are the color of the night sky. A
The color of leaves in late autumn.
A color so deep that the sight punctures my
And causes my senses to become
Your eyes are two lost souls searching for
in the heat of the scorching sun in a vast
They walk for hours but to no avail, and when
the night falls
they are left naked on the sand under a sky
blanketed with stars.
Your eyes have a deep, yet blank
And they tell a story if you look hard
They tell of all the put-downs you've heard
and of the pain you've suffered.
But they also tell of all the good things you
long for or may already have.
Your eyes are normal yet unique.
They are as beautiful as the sunset over an
Or a lonely star,
in the middle of a deep, dark, night sky.
Your eyes hold your sight, and what you see
through them is greater
than what people view from the outside.Your
eyes have seen much.
They have seen love and they have seen
They have seen weakness and they have seen
But your eyes haven't quite seen it all.
Maybe someday you'll see the world and maybe
then you'll be satisfied.
Or you'll cry yourself to sleep every night
there after, and drown your eyes.
I'm not sure that your eyes will ever be
ready for the world and it's hate.
Your eyes, I'm sure, though strong, can't
handle the world.
Nobody would want to live any more if they
knew what would be seen if they saw earth in
I wouldn't dare expose your eyes to that.
People are the cruelest of creatures.
Just be glad nobody lives long enough to see
it all anyway.
The blind are lucky.