COFFEE STAINEDThese eyesCoffee stained,Often sweet, often warm.A facade, but a lie, Never breaking, never shy,“Smile brightly” and conceal A dim light beneath.A flawless mask, held tightly,So protected, it never weeps. Ever being, ever knowing, ever seeing the truth,Searching souls, through these eyes,Will these eyes, be searched too?To hear a pleading voice of courage,Scream refuge, scream truth!Will somebody ever get it, or are they just as blue? These eyes are a window,A looking glass to the soul,Shares company with a friend,Despite feeling so cold. Can you see it? Really see it?The light shining there,Ignore the little draft,The coldness, you’ll bear. A facade, but a lie,Often sweet, often warm.Coffee stained,These eyes.These eyes are mine.