You stare into his hazel eyes
and you see how they light up
when he talks about what he loves
like a child opening presents
he talks as if he's imagining it
revealing itself infront of his eyes
he can describe every detail
with the perfection
that is only his
his eyes are so alive,
She stares into her own eyes
she's stood there long before
examining every inch of her body that
she despises
examining the pools of crystal blue
accented by the purple crescent moons under her eyes
she has a look of innocence
that could be mistaken for acceptance
but only she knows
it's a loss of hope
she stares into those crystal clear pools
seeing the emptiness that
she can't turn away from
as if blinking is going to cause the appearance to change
staring into the desolate void
that is her soul
her eyes are dead,
They stared into her amber eyes
the color of leaves in autumn
the leaves abandoning their home
just like the air has abandoned her lungs
the windshield from her red Honda Civic
has left its frame
her amber eyes
speak louder than her daughter
shouting for her mommy to wake up
for this to just be a nightmare
her amber eyes
had been exstinguished like
the embers of a smoldering fire,
I stare into my own hazel eyes
tracing the moon
under each of my eyes
the sullen universe that
call my eyes home,
the scariest part of
looking into your own eyes
are that they expose your soul
not what you believe your soul to be
but what it is really composed of
the fears of the past
the horrors you have seen
the darkest dustiest corner of your mind
all exposed
by peering through the looking glass
that is your own eyes.