Windows to the Soul

mysteries of the eyes

 

They say that eyes are the windows to the soul

So I guess when I gazed into them this morning

As I lay next to you in my bed

It was ironic to see

A reflection of my bedroom window

 

I ask a lot of questions

With my eyes and with my words

But so do you

Every time you speak

I now put a question mark behind it

 

If eyes always tell the truth

Then why are so many innocent suffering?

If eyes hold all the secrets

How come I don’t notice when you’re being deceiving?

 

I always thought for years

Your eyes were the windows to your soul

Now I look into your eyes

And realized maybe your blinds and curtains

Have always been closed

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

nice and thoughtful ,they ,yes they tell a lot ,but people seems to have known the secret so they can hide it and you can never tell,so they are not a mirror to the soul any more,and as you say ,they have pulled the blinds and curtains down ,good work