When I think about his eyes,
all that pops out,
is the dreadful look
he would carry around.
Oh his beautiful eyes,
blue, with little specks of white,
The way they would wander,
From side to side.
Trying hard not to stare,
Or lock their gaze
On anything else
then the cold ground .
Because they knew,
what they had hidden
Could be easily seen,
They knew someone would notice
the sadness they had within.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
When I think about his eyes,
all that pops out,
is the dreadful look
he would carry around.
Oh his beautiful eyes,
blue, with little specks of white,
The way they would wander,
From side to side.
Trying hard not to stare,
Or lock their gaze
On anything else
then the cold ground .
Because they knew,
what they had hidden
Could be easily seen,
They knew someone would notice
the sadness they had within.
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