These Eyes - Camouflage

These eyes are stones and hard

Like rock and darkness

They are as blooming trees

Sever with strength and green

The way they look at you

Will just reflect yourself again

These eyes are different

They change their colour into grey

These smiles are faking

They try to hide what’s deep inside

These eyes are seas that flow

And foam in blue

They are as blossims soft

Wide open too

And what they give to you

Is beauty just before they die