The Eyes

Her eyes were black and beautiful

Were deep like the ocean floor

They would see all but capture some

The magical eyes would make me divine

The eyes I had loved to watch

They had the power to pull out the heart.

They could read the stories within

Could understand the life lying in

The eyes had a mysterious glance

How badly I had missed the chance

To be the eye of the eyes

Thus, lost my image in the mirror eyes.

The eyes had missed me once

Had adored and loved me once

But I did betray those eyes

Created fumes in front of the eyes.

The eyes did burn and weep

Even I could not that time sleep

I made the eyelids fall and close

The eyes were black and beautiful.