When I look into your eyes,
I see everything.
Everything you have ever told me.
Everything that defines you.
I see stories and I see sorrow,
I see rants and I see anger,
But most importantly,
I see love and I see compassion.
Stories and sorrow
Help you define
Who you are.
Rants and anger
Define part of
Who you are.
But love and compassion
Are who you are.
The eyes tell me a lot,
So now you tell me:
Do I know your eyes,
Or do they tell a different story?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetrySee title (whispers to self: "idiots") Seriously though, there may be touchy subjects in my works, so please be mindful, and if you're having a hard time with anything, talk to a friend. Thanks
