One day I looked at into your eyes,
the crystal clear path to your soul was gone.
The hazel pools became muddied and murky,
my clouded judgement left those pools silt stained.
There were no crying eyes, no exaberated looks,
you had finally worn thin of my tiny little lies.
Those murky eyes told me more than your words need to say,
the trust had gone – forever you would feel betrayed.