Blue Orbs by Fhrell Cee
A/N: Although I meant this poem to be a bit creepy, I don't know if it gave that same effect. I think I failed but then I enjoyed it.
A pair of pale orbs ocean blue,
watching, observing, towards me staring,
bringing me an alien feeling
from a distance but I've no clue
why they look at me the way they do.
Watching, observing, towards me staring,
doing that same thing the past days too,
across the street, he stayed, standing,
his orbs of blue drilling, piercing,
through the windowpane where I was watching.
Bringing me an alien feeling,
is a memory of when I was shopping
and a reflection I caught cast a familiar hue,
watching, observing, towards me staring,
a pair of pale orbs, ocean blue.
From a distance but I've no clue
why now, at him, I was looking too
through the windowpane, peeping,
watching, observing, and secretly craving
for when they look at me, his pale orbs, ocean blue
Why they look at me the way they do,
from a distance, I searched for a clue
that's when I met his pale orbs ocean blue
smiling, winking, he uttered a greeting,
bringing me an alien feeling.
A/N: Tell me what you think. If you have read request for poems, feel free to comment your invites below. I have bias with rhyming stanzas. fCee
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