February 1, 2012
Dancing, singing;
falling, crying.
Moods change as fast as a song.
Staring into the endless iris,
Noting the wild green,

Mysterious brown,
blended into one.
The eye holds the secrets.
The pain,the laughter;
The lies, the truth;

Flashing across,
Like a scale across the page.
They seem so scared, so confident;
So changing, the same;
So knowing, so oblivious;

So innocent,so guilty.
The beat changes,
and its gone.

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