Your eyes are the windows to your soul,
They can keep your secrets or reveal you a fool.
Despite these windows people find ways to ignore,
The clues in front of them practically knocking on the door.
Peoples happiness and also their pain can be seen,
And despite attempts no one knows what you truly mean.
If people looked into your eyes,
These windows to your soul could tell no lies.
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My Book Of Poems
PoésieHello. I mainly decided to start this because I write poems often and even more often then not, I lose them. This way I can keep them and maybe also get some constructive criticism. I suggest reading them while your phone is sideways (landscape vers...
