They say the eyes are the windows.
To your soul and to their's.
My eyes have yet to prove that theory.
They are not the windows, they are brown, and dark.
Mouths' are meant to be the gates to understanding.
While mine is very big and full of information, I tend to keep it locked shut.
I don't like my dark eyes.
And I don't like my loud mouth.
They may not be what I want but...
My eyes, though are dark, shine in the the light.
And my mouth, though overflowing with burden, speaks with such truth and passion.
