she
had saucers for eyes,
taking up so much of her face
and lined with lashes,
so long that they brushed
her brows.
they were swirling pools
of green.
a never ending green
like falling into a million
hues of tissue paper.
they were the first thing
youd notice
if you noticed her at all.
and just like they say,
they were the windows to
her soul
but she had curtains
and she drew them closed
more often than not
-
he
had grey eyes
with nothing to hide
and by that time,
she was all he'd see
