Austin Moore

Rookie (August 18th,1994 / Calgary)

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

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 15, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, October 25, 2010

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