Friday, November 27, 2009

Your Eyes tell a story...




Her eyes hide a past.... A past full of pain, struggle and being misunderstood...using her beauty to get her way... But that don't work on me...she can stare right into my eyes and try but that same pain I see in her eyes will reflect right back to her... See I'm also a product of pain and struggle....I also used my gift the same way you use your beauty...an instinct of survival...I look in your eyes and I can see every man you wanted to love you but they all left you feeling used... Some even abused you when you let your guard down...So you don't trust anyone now and I don't blame you...that same pain will not let me trust anyone either... Not even you... But yet your eyes tell a story that inspire me...no words are needed... I don't need to hear the details of your past... Your eyes told me your story...I'm often asked what do the "eyes" mean in your art...they mean the beautiful pain of LIFE...the eyes are windows to your soul... And I can see it all in your eyes...I don't want to know your story, it's not needed... No words are needed...just inspire me with your stare....your pain is felt and when I look back... My pain is staring right back at you...the pain of life which is beauiful and needed to make you strong... Be thankful and have no regrets...let your eyes tell your story


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4 comments:

Susanne said...

Miya you are amazing.

Jessenia said...

ohhhh Miya! you got me on this blog! i have a big thing about "the eyes". this is amazing! key to the soul...no story is left untold

PoetyK said...

Wow, this is beautifully expresses & so right on. One's eyes reveal more than they have spoken audibly.

Anonymous said...

I am a firm believer in the eyes speaking for the soul and heart. Many times in the past I should have paid more attention to the eyes and less attention to the words that were coming out of his mouth. Now that I am aware of this path (from his eyes to his soul, heart, and mind) he tries to hide, I see so much more. So instead of hiding behind his dark shades or turning his head away I ask him to let me see his eyes. In his eyes I see desire, confusion, and a sense of trust that I can hold on to his secrets. Thanks for sharing Miya.