Those eyes, acting as if they don’t know,
Pretending to be unaffected by the truth, but secretly love it.
Your eyes, show the little signs of hope,
The smallest possibilities hiding out of pure sight, but underneath-strongly there.
His eyes, hold me here, keep me dangling, won’t let go.
Keeping me around, to hurt me? To wait until it could be true, magical, perfect..
The real story’s unknown.
The eyes, look through my outer shell into the real me.
Only you can do that, but it is of no importance to you.
Two beautiful, clear, blue eyes, your secret weapon to keep me here.