My eyes have always spoken for you,haven't they? You've always known me, my soul with through my eyes which don't shield the silent whispers of life from you.
You have always known my sadness and felt my happiness from my eyes, you have always tried to live my existence through my eyes. Haven't you? Haven't you?
Then why,today did you not see what my eyes held? Has my heart shriveled into a nutshell? Or has time tired our strings of attachment? Rusted that string of a silent language? Why today, even our silences are nothing but an abominable lull between two hearts? Why has silence,too, lost its voice?
Have my eyes deceived you? Can they ever? They're screaming into my soul that they never can, and they beg me to ask you- have you forgotten how to read them?
My eyes try to look around,frantically-- trying to find just a simple comforting answer, yet-- isn't it strange for you, to not have seen such an evident pain?
Have you become too used-to those eyes that you take them lightly now? Are you oblivious to them,now?
Have you forgotten how you felt ecstasy through my eyes? Then how-today-did you fail to see those painful scratches- that were so new of bruises-that didn't need an expert's iris to see?
Have you forgotten my eyes?
DISCLAIMER- Pure fiction.