eyes are the window to the soul,
supposedly.
so tell me,
what do you see when you look
into my mahogany irises.
do you see beauty? pain? exhaustion?
when i look into your eyes,
i see the world.
vast blue oceans.
luscious, green forests.
the great unknown that lies in the cosmos.
thats what i see.
the most beautiful being in the world, standing a mere distance away from me.
but i could never tell you that.
i notice the way your eyes lose their softness when you look at me.
i see the way your eyes grow cold when they talk about me.
i know you dont see the same beauty i see you, in me.
because beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
i hold you in the highest pedestal, yet i am nothing to you.
