These Eyes

These eyes are stones and hardLike rock and darknessThey are as blooming treesSever with strength and greenThe way they look at youWill just reflect yourself again.These eyes are differentThey change their colour into greyThese smiles are fakingThey try to hide what's deep insideThese eyes are seas that flowAnd foam in blueThey are as blossims softWide open tooAnd what they give to youIs beauty just before they die.