When I write about you my eyes change to blue.
As blue as the deepest part of the ocean.
I despise to see my eyes as blue,
Because that means I am crying about you.
My eyes have a language of their own.
Saying things that my mouth refuses to speak of.
You can tell how I feel, by what color they turn.
As if hidden messages are blended into them.
Brown when I decide to die, to fall away from everything.
As if they were the dried leaves that are around before the snow.
Please if you see my eyes this shade, do not be afraid.
For I will never willingly admit to the feelings that lurk.
My eyes give hints to what mood I am pursuing.
Telling all those around if they look hard enough,
What I am going to be like at that moment.
So choose your moments wisely, look before approaching.
With a tint of yellow that surround the inside of my eyes.
As the sun burning above us all watching our every move.
This is truly a confusing time, when I am lost inside my mind.
When I myself do not know what will happen next.
Lastly the color of green, when I am neutral.
A green of any shade, is a mix that could mean anything.
It could be the difference between a carefree hello,
Or an unwanted and unexpected scream.
My eyes speak of the truth that I can not confess.
They tell of many stories that fill my mind.
A reason to be joyful, or the meaning to be rid.
So chose your words carefully for my eyes could change. -
