The Windows To the Soul
Eyes with an inch of disloyalty will not make contact with mine
Toxic glances giving away your true intentions
Unable to keep your pupils steady
With a dishonest gesture, your eyes dart downward
Eye contact eludes your corneas
The windows to the soul never lie
Little do you know, you have told me the entirety of your elaborate plan
Speak not, look guilty
Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2016
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