Your Eyes

Your Eyes trap me in silence
holding me there as a prisoner
they know that i can't fight it
So they go for my weakest spot
Your eyes are tunnels
never ending and pitch black
curving in mystery and narrowing into deception
they hint little but give nothing
Your eyes are inviting
the color of the sky before the storm
Beautiful, coloring, but very, very dangerous
the danger, though, you can't see until it's too late
Your eyes say " Come forward "
But i back up
Because knowing what i know
It's better to look away from Your eyes