Some say sad eyes
which they surmise
must have arised
and been incised
by pain
Some say kind eyes
I prefer what this implies
Yet it still decries
What's inside
Yet again
I'm sure they may both be right...
But these are the eyes
I cannot disguise
These are the eyes
In which my soul is contained
So please don't see wise
To see them and apprise
me of my character, and theorise
on what underlies
For it is inane
If the judgement is a guise
and simply improvised
A means to advertise
interest or curiosity, replies
you can ascertain
if conversation you catalyse
conducive to exorcise
unjust judgements implied
by what you have spied (it wasn't just my eyes)
and arraigned...
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
Some say sad eyes
which they surmise
must have arised
and been incised
by pain
Some say kind eyes
I prefer what this implies
Yet it still decries
What's inside
Yet again
I'm sure they may both be right...
But these are the eyes
I cannot disguise
These are the eyes
In which my soul is contained
So please don't see wise
To see them and apprise
me of my character, and theorise
on what underlies
For it is inane
If the judgement is a guise
and simply improvised
A means to advertise
interest or curiosity, replies
you can ascertain
if conversation you catalyse
conducive to exorcise
unjust judgements implied
by what you have spied (it wasn't just my eyes)
and arraigned...
I have been prejudged a lot before and it feels like everyone sees something different... I take issue with this culture.
Read the book not the cover
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