FOREST ✰ POETRY

» the lies told by eyes

i never really understood,
the function of the eyes.
was it to see the world when there's light,
or to savour the darkness when it arrives?
was it to generate tears when they dry,
or to stare into the person who says the prettiest lies?

i would take one last look at the sky,
wait for the rain and stay for the sun.
take one last look at the people whom i shouldn't love,
wait for the right time, and remove my eyes.