Blue iris, with black line symmetrically
Surrounding the pupil.
Beautiful.
I was astonished
But,
As I looked further
Those eyes were the eyes that showed sorrow
The grief I saw was the soul of the beholder
The soul was sick
The soul needed comfort
the soul needed love
Those eyes were the eyes that showed hurt
It is true, the eyes are really the window of the soul
Yes, his body was jaunty but his soul was weary
He can smile, but his eyes showed otherwise
Those eyes were the eyes that showed no heal
As if it was broken
Not into two
Not into three
Not into four
But into thousands tiny little bits
Those were the eyes that once believed in love
But he believed a little too much
When he got hurt by love
Those eyes shut in pain
Now,
Those eyes are the eyes that show nothing
No sorrow, no hurt, no sickness, no pain
The eyes are exhausted,
No emotion is left to express
As for the soul,
Its dead.