55. The Darkness of My Eyes

55.
The Darkness of My Eyes

My hair has not been touched
By the golden rays of the sun,
Nor do my eyes reflect the
Blue of the bright midday sun. 

Instead my hair resembles
The dark waters under a full moon.
And my eyes are a dark mystery
Full of secrets unknown.

My eyes are not the same blue
As the ones you have looked into,
But they still see the truth and pain
And my tears falls like rain.