His eyes are beautiful,
His eyes were watching you;

His eyes are open and round,
when you see them they'll turn your frown upside down;

His eyes are filled with beauty and pain,
With no hopes of dreadful gain;

His eyes were filled with happiness now that has all been concurred by misery and agony,
To think that all that was present before was a big phony;

Those eyes that once made you feel safe are now the eyes that make you feel incomplete and to what purpose do you owe this defeat,
Times like this you try to fix but it's as if the pain is a record and once a smile come the pain will come  back around as if it's stuck on repeat.

Carina j