The entry to the soul,
the objects that always tell the truth.
Eyes that judge.
Eyes that love.
Eyes that hate.
Eyes that wait.
That simple orb,
with an array of color.
Eyes that are cruel.
Eyes that are perfect.
Eyes that are regretful.
Eyes that are broken.
eyes are never the same,
be it emotion or color.
Eyes that close.
Eyes that open.
Eyes that freeze.
Eyes that burn.
That simple color-filled orb,
that shows the soul filled with love,
or that can be cold as ice.
Eyes that are filled with hope.
Eyes that are filled with confusion.
Eyes that are filled with sadness.
Eyes that are filled with nothing.
As bright as day,
but as cold as ice.
Eyes are that small window
into the soul,
that we always try to hide.
Obviously a little cliched, beautiful nonetheless.
wow so true my eyes are like that
Really? That's cool.
I love how the picture of the eyes definitely goes with what was written. excellent job~ I love it :3
This is wonderful!! I love the flow of it!
gosh this is lovely!!
This resonates with truth. I love the ebb and flow of the poem, the use of contrasts and especially the pic - blue eyes are amazing!
Wow that was fantastic i love it
Beautifully written! I also love the picture, i wish my eyes were that stunning!
This is to true, no matter how much I try, eyes always seem to betray me..
Amazing poetry. And very true.
Wow, this is phenomenal! ( I probably spelt that wrong) I LOVE your poetry and the picture to go with it!
WOW! This is beautiful! I loved reading this and I love the image that goes with it!
gorgeous. wonderful job
sweet, i love the picture that goes along. The poem is fantastic too.