Coded hope in my eyes.

Stairing in to my eyes, you know they're open. Willing to tell a story if only you could figure out how to read it. I wish you understood what was happening behind my eyes. Telling no one was fine with me, until I met you...now my heart is screaming with the secret longing for release. My eyes are open, but I doubts you know, they're begining you to see the tale I can not speak. You are my last hope, so it's hopeless... Kill me slowly, a sad endless hopeing that is hopeless. I don't know if you would truely care to hear even if I could tell the tale with sealed lips. You watch, knowing the massage my eyes hold would make sence if you could only read it. ...But my eyes hold a code, another language, a completely new set of symbols you never knew existed. My eyes are open, telling a story. No one understands what these eyes have seen. So, I turn back to the window, my eyes filled with tears. My always silent tears fall away, and no one sees it. The tears come faster, I wipe them away, hushing the wispers of the hopeless hopes that never die. And leave you to forget that I ever was there at all.