Those Lying Eyes
Fleeting or flirtatious
Angry or gracious
The eyes are no true measure
Of the mood of a man
Eyes are bald- faced liars
No more than mere mirrors
That reflect only what they expect
That another demands
They can harden or soften
In a mere blink of an eye
As constant in change
As clouds in the sky
They can roll in their sockets
In mocking dismay or
Twinkle as do gold lockets
And seem ever so gay
Yes, tears seem sincere
When they pool in the eyes
But in truth I fear they’re
No more than deceptive disguise
But… The mouths! Ah now there’s
A horse of an entirely different colour
As long as you pay no heed
To the words that they say and sigh
For a mouth e’en tightly closed
Cannot help but to expose
The true feelings
That lie behind those
…lying eyes…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2016
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