The eyes are like the window panes to the soul. Every mystery and hidden pain lives in the iris. It holds the darkest of pleasures and the deepest of the secrets that no one can hide.
The eyes are the pathways to a person's true essence. Blocking out all unconscious fears of the things that hurt us the most. Looking into the eyes of a person you could see all that the world has done to them. In the eyes of that person you could see the love and hope that used to live there and you could see the wild fundamental nature that those eyes once had but now hold a sort of tame and unreal glaze. You could learn a lot from a person just from looking at there eyes.
But would you be afraid of what you will see. Would you find yourself wondering would that person ever take and not give in return? Would they steal my breathe to live me to die here with a bleeding heart. Would that person ever love me, could I ever love them in return? Do you believe that I would ever let you get that close to me, do you believe that I would let you strip me bear and pick at my wounds. Look at my eyes, but donâ??t ask the same of me. Look at my eyes and tell me what you see from me? But do not ask
