If her eyes were a street, they would be a dead end. There wouldn't be a sign. And if I drove into them, all the promising landscape and stunning scenery would come to an abrupt stop. Such lies... Those dead-end eyes.
"Eyes, the window to the soul" Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOkjvj7dhyk