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Windows of the soul?

Poetry By: ScarletStars
Poetry



What exactly is, the window to the soul?


Submitted:Jun 6, 2012    Reads: 21    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Everyone keeps saying,

If we look into each other's eyes,

We'll understand,

We'll know everything.

And I agreed.
At least I used to.

Because whenever I hear that,

I think of everybody I know.

I've always find eyes fascinating.

How different everybody's eyes were,

The color, the shape,

No one has the same pair.

Whenever I talk to someone,

I look straight into their eyes.

For a while I believed,

That I knew them.

But that changed.

I grew up and I learned,

I see differently now.

All the people I thought I knew,

All the stories I thought I understood,

I never really did.

I've been deceived.

Liars. People are liars.

Their eyes tell lies the lips dare not speak.

I used to see others and I look into their eyes,

To see whom they are.

But they betrayed me.

Those who look kind and gentle,

Turned out to be sinister and sly.

I do not trust now,

What looks seem to tell.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

But I beg to differ.





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