You just pass by
And look at me
In my eye
You have the same
Look you used to have
Those eyes
They'll never change.
But now the
Feeling in them
Is totally different
What I'm seeing
Is despise.
Oh those sharp
Knives have stoppeḍ
Piercing me
I'm used to this
Day to day manner.
But if you look at mine
You'll find the same love
Which was there
Before it happened.
Every stare is a cut
Which determines us
Our heat,our feelings,our life.
Do you remember the emotion
They used to have
Your eyes used to glow,
Glisten and shine.
(Me)
Part two (not the same poem,but something like it).
Oh they complement us on our eyes
Because yours are bright,happy and small in size.
Mine are big with a lot of scars
Mostly,the ones that reminded me
Of the thing we called ours.
Oh these eyes,you see,
Are not worshipped for their outer beauty,
But for inner emotion the Bears holds.
(Me)