Their eyes says something
Within the crowd they tell us about the silent.
They tell us how wrong we are.
Their eyes have the brightest colours of judgement,
Telling us what to do and what not.
Sometime they speak,
Like they want to confess something,
And then suddenly they seem too lost.
We lie in a circle of lie,
Where truth doesn't matter.
We see the sea of betrayal,
And think there is no love left.
Their eyes reflect all,
From the questions to the lies,
They hold our hands and tell us to move.
We move according to them,
And then we stop,
Because there is no hope,
In moving forward.
Their hands leave us when we fall,
And goes on to another.
How easy it is for them to move on,
Not thinking of a single thing
And just forget it all.
Sometimes I think what could have gone wrong,
Is it something with the eyes
Or am i seeing everything wrong?
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Poetry#170 on 07/02/18 "Don't tell me the moon is shining, show me the glint of light on the broken glass." - Anton Chekhov What if you come to know the demons of the life? Would you still carry your heart in your palms ready to build a home in someone...
