Eyes

Everyone has eyes.

But do they really see? What you hide so well, deep beneath?

Does a small glance convey, words that were never said, words that’ll never be said?

Do eyes tell you of a long lost smile?

Betrayed by friends, a face turned vile?

Does the colour change, perhaps?

After hurt comes with mishaps?

They say ‘look at that gorgeous smile, oh what a lovely child’.

While I say, look at the eyes.

A thousand unspoken words shine in the wild.

‘Cause everyone has eyes. It just depends on what you see.

(Inspired by my eyes, that I look into while wearing contacts. ZD)

Hey you guysssss. This wasn’t quite a normal post was it? It’s pretty deep for a Monday morning. I actually wrote it a few weeks ago, and I was really proud of it, so I thought I’ll share it here.

Actually, for some reason (probably my brain believing it has achieved wisdom) I keep on drafting beautiful prose in my mind while listening to music. So I was thinking about doing a series, where I start off by a song lyric and then write my views on it? I already have two ideas for theseeeeeeeee. I have no name of the series, as of yet. But we’ll be having it every Friday.

Do tell me what you thought about this. I am so nervous putting this out for all of you to see (no pun intended).

See you all on Monday!!

(pun intended here tho)