Visually speaking…

I am not sure if I would be able to formulate the sentences that I would what want to recite to you. It would probably come out in a jumbled mess that most likely the ears of our hearts would only be able to understand. I don’t even know if I could look you in the eyes today… I think our eyes speak way more than our lips can ever begin to try. The eyes have a way about them that take on a whole different tone then any one vocal chords could produce. Maybe due to that very fact they don’t speak they simply just see. They are able to focus on things that may not be want to be viewed but unless covered by an outside force they see whatever is in front of them. The shapes, colors, love, hate, happiness, sadness, security, insecurities, hope and despair….



Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can’t escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

You can fall prey to a look, you can put trust in someone’s eyes, and at times you can read someone’s complete personality in their eyes. I was watching law and order SVU today, its Sunday so there is a marathon ALL DAY LONG, its perfect duh!… anyways they were commenting on how some had shifty eyes or could tell if someone was lying by them looking down or over to a certain direction. I don’t know if I could judge them by the location they shift their eyes but I do know there is so much to be said about someone’s eyes. Keeping eye contact when talking to someone it keeps you engaged and focused but there are those times when you have to look away during an emotional conversation or almost look past that person due to the fear that my eyes might actually form words. Maybe you aren’t ready for the “visual” words that your eyes can produce, maybe those words are to much for that certain situation… so you turn away.. look off to the darkness in hopes the person didn’t take note of the lingering words on the tips of your lashes that are wanting to be said but you refrain…

Curtain’s call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you’ve made

Don’t wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don’t wanna hide the truth

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