My Eyes


I want to speak to you with my eyes
Not because I have lost my voice
I have written my Soul in your trees
But my words are little pieces
That are swept away by your breeze

And in my eyes, there is nothing
That can be twisted or turned
Nothing I can deny
There is so much I want to show you
In these eyes
All my yearnings
That precious sparkle of joy
that comes and goes
All my hopes
All my wildest dreams
All my fears
My deepest fears
My crystallized years

You will not see me until you see through me
You will not know me...
My hows and whens and whos and whys
Until you look into my eyes

I want to speak to you with my eyes
Not because I have lost my voice
I have written my Soul in your trees
But my words are little pieces
That are swept away by your breeze

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