Her eyes look across the room with a lonely look in them.
We make eye contact briefly but never push further.
I don't know what she wants in my time with her but I trust she is good.
When she is with family, she is more open and kind.
Her hazel eyes don't have ill will or deception behind them.
I hope she comes to like me and the others, as I have for the majority.
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Life
PoetryJust poems on what happens in my personal life and random things. Interpreting is up to you.
