He had such quiet eyes,
She did not realize,
They were two pools of lies,
Layered with thinnest eyes.
To her, those quiet eyes,
Were breathing desolate sigh.
Imploring her to be nice,
And render him to paradise.
If only she'd been wise,
And listened to the advice,
Never to compromise,
With pleasure-seeking guys,
She'd be free from "the how and whys".
Now here's a bit of advice,
Be sure that nice really means nice,
Then you'll never losing at dice,
Though you may lose your heart once or twice.
Bibsy Soenharjo-He Had Such Quiet Eyes
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