M. Aline

They say eyes never age

But then why do they change

Increasing or decreasing pigment

Baby blues become ice-y

Cold like the winter

Spring greens grow like a forest

Protective of its foliage

Dirt browns soak in soil

As if they’d been watered their whole life

In your eyes

Lie the secrets of your soul

Your gate is made of stone

And your heart, of gold

Your generosity can be deceiving

You only give when you want in return

Every word is revealing

How you feel when your back is turned

— M. Aline