When eyes speak, they do not lie—
No silver tongue, no alibi.
A glance can pierce what words disguise,
And hold the weight of silent cries.
In fleeting stares, the soul reveals
The wounds that time forgets to heal.
No mask can hold, no veil can hide,
What flickers deep, just past the pride.
For human nature, raw and bare,
It is not so kind, nor always fair.
We crave, we break, we build, betray—
Then stare into the dark and pray.
Not every truth is clothed in sound,
Nor every soul in silence bound.
But if you seek what’s real, not sleek—
Then learn to listen when eyes speak.
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