Eyes

There's so many types of eyes

There's the simple ones,

Ones that don't quite have a story to tell,

Ones that neither interesting or boring

Ones that are.. Simple. Which is a good thing.

There's the deep ones,

Ones that have different layers to it,

Each layer is interlaced with a different emotion
So much is left unsaid but left to dance within the shadows of the pupil
It's a smile or a frown, but so much more than that

Ones that you can't stop staring into.

There's the glassy ones,
Ones of a person trying to read you while you do the exact same thing to them
The stare shows little to nothing
But when you remain silent and maintain eye contact without blinking,
A slight smile playing on your lips, like its a serious joke.

These eyes blink slowly to mask the nervousness and awkwardness

Ones that wishes not to be read but to read instead.
Analyzing these ones seems to offend them, and while you knew it all along,
you chose to hug the grenade anyway and it exploded.
So here's a piece of advice: don't ever tell them their fatal flaw out of 'friendship'.
Doesn't end too well :>

Good will can't always be appreciated without tact,
And even with tact, it can't always be appreciated without the right people.
Many cannot withstand 'honesty', but they will appear like they can.
Some will bring you pain for saying what you said.
Some are... Just not worth the saliva.
You need the enzymes for better purposes.


There's the unreadable ones.
Ah, these ones
There's two types:
One, the type that is charming and addictive to look at
Because you know so many emotions and thoughts run beneath that barrier
And that underneath that unpredictability is a beautiful soul with values and beliefs
That the barrier is protection and privacy, not anything you should be wary of

Two, the type that warns you to not be too naïve
Motives and fakery swim beneath it all
Like a bait it tries to lure anything that comes close
So that the person can manipulate the other into a bag of benefits to be devoured

Two of the same kind.
But it's so so different
And needless to say, he has the first.

There too are the gentle ones,
With compassion and love oozing out of them,
Blinking is gentle and slow, simple and soulful
With a melodic tinge of sweetness playing in the background
These are eyes of a soul who wouldn't ever hurt you

Eyes of a mum.
Ones that you probably wouldn't chance upon any time soon in your life.

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So.
Which 'eye' are you, dear reader?
A combination, or an otherworldly species I have yet to encounter?