To all your features that mesmerized me the most,
It's your eyes, I consistently get lost.
I couldn't just ignore them.
It bore into mine and it makes me lowkey nervous.
Although, somehow, it is my dream to be the only focus of your perspective.
I find myself avoiding the gaze of your unintentionally reposeful stare.
Or am I just taking it as given?
Conceiving,
Assuming.
I detest myself for that.
I strangely like the way you look at me despite me looking away.
merMia
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A Perspective
PoetryThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
