Eyes Poem by Austin Moore

Some say that they are windows to the soul
Technically a pupil is just a small hole

I think souls are just an optimistic excuse
So people don’t walk around, wearing a noose

After the crowds’ last words were said
The forests would be dripping with red

My eyes are painted with a silhouette
Of the moment when you and I had first met

I can’t hide anymore, I just can’t disguise
My emotions’ only escape; through my eyes