My eyes

 

My eyes are sometimes 

Able to see.

See in a tactile way

See, see, see but need to speak too.

Or they do

But they need their reader.

They don't smile, they just stay

They don't breath, just keep being.

They hold, trying not to let out

Not, speechless.

When they can't take it

They go alone, they cry unseen. Never seen.

They make other eyes sad

They hurt only the most beautiful eyes.

Silent eyes