It's spinning me around,
like how perfect your pupils are.
Those make my eyes melt,
just how my heart felt.
I like the way it dilates,
perfect when your brow raises.
I like the way it meets mine,
it looks like a clementine.
Tryna steals eye contact,
a moment that could last,
facing windows and backward,
tryna see the best sight.
Too confused if you're just dazed,
yet too mesmerized by your stare.
3 seconds of second thoughts,
should I wave or simply look?
