Eyes
Eyes are the windows of the soul
But what if you don’t do windows
What if you keep eyes closed
As if reality is too much to devote
Or you may hide behind shades
Dark and obscure hiding away
Or you may bravely parade
Bloodshot eyes from detoxing days
Are you bold do you silver stare
Deep inside and see what’s there
Do you cry from happy prayer
Or is it just from black despair
Eye see you do you see me
I wear my truth upon my sleeve
I see you mocking mahogany
Looking for a grace for saving
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2025
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