If you could read her eyes
You would know all that she hides
Beneath her beguilingly worn smile
Maybe there's a soul that cries.
If you could read her eyes
You would know how beautifully she lies
When the world rests dormant in the darkest while
Maybe you would discern her sighs.
Her eyes that are an exquisite hue of caramel
Would tell you that this world's been cruel
Enshrouded beneath the envelope of altruism
The gashes of her heart are brutal.
You would not once descry her tears
Nor would she unveil her fears
You would inevitably catch her in a jovial state
For pretence is what she dears.
If you could read her eyes
You would know she craved to touch the skies
Looking at the effulgent stars up there
On the sward she lies.
To the wilder moors her heart flies
Oh! If only you could read her eyes.