Hands cold and hard
Eyes warm and soft
They contradict, but haven't you heard?
You see a persons soul in his eyes
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PoetryEverything I haven't said I feel like I should have titled this "Ya girl: A Sad Bitch"
Eyes
Hands cold and hard
Eyes warm and soft
They contradict, but haven't you heard?
You see a persons soul in his eyes