Look - and only if you could not but too - I do

- My eyes. The secret of my eyes is that they kept the secrets they know.
The secrets are not my eyes - the secret is whose eyes found not the secrets, but theirs eyes.

The secret of my eyes is that they are perfect tiny liers about me, and I'm so proud of them, really proud, I even call them names, sometimes the left is promise and the right runner.

You Promise...and this is the way my day starts...it takes sometimes a lot of courage to open the right one ---- he really wants, but even not affraid of promise the promise forgot to believe, she became selfish - can the two be selfish or should -