There was a softness in her stare,
Her eyes were quiet, mysterious, and bright.
Eyes that shimmered, not with light...
But with secrets hidden out of sight.
They didn’t shout, they didn’t plead,
But told the truth no lips would need.
Each glance a whisper, every blink...
A thousand thoughts she couldn’t shrink.
You’d look and think “She’s doing fine,”
But miss the storm behind the shine.
Her gaze was not for show or art...
It was a window to her heart.
And if you paused, and looked just right,
You’d see her scars disguised as light.
Eyes so deep, you’d almost drown...
But oh, the stories they passed down.