Looking Into the two windows of one's soul
You can see when someone lies
The importance
The small imperfections
The truth unfolds
Emotions burning bright
These windows come in a variety of colors
Some dim
Some luminous
They are unique in every other way possible
Some hold mischief
Others hold curiosity
tempt and lure others in
They are like two pools of emotions
you never know what they hold
These eyes are the windows to your soul
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RANDOM POETRY I WROTE + some RANDOM rants
Poetryits basically some poetry I wrote for a last high school project, and some random rants here an there when I have writers block. some of its happy other times not so much I guess its how you people perceive it as, also im random
