I look at you,
I see the way your eyes sparkle...
All the way to mine.
I hear that echo...
Your voice! It's calling my name...so raspy...so in line.
I look at you,
I see adventures, places to go...
Stories to tell, secrets to know.
Should I make a move? On the count of 4....
1,2,3,4 days later we're sat talking...
About funny days that we spent stalking...
We laugh it out and call it a night.
I look at you,
I see fire that grabs me;
Attracts me, and I think I've fallen...
Wait! What's happening to me?
1,2,3,4 weeks later...I see you.
We don't talk much. It feels odd.
I miss you, do you too?
My thoughts keep flowing, a flood!
1,2,3,4 months now.
You haven't said it. Neither have I.
It amazes me just how...
You've changed. I mean, look at your eyes!
I look at you,
I see shadows passing by.
No fire, just smoke. That's new...
We sit for a second then we say goodbye.
1,2,3,4 years now.
You haven't said it. Neither have I.
It's not a surprise now...
I got used to it, don't know how.
The flames? They ran out.
The places? Their names we've forgotten.
The promises? You always had your doubts.
The words? I think they're rotten.
1,2,3...I lost count.
I see the way your eyes stare
Not at me, but away from me.
Should I ask you? I wouldn't dare!
I look at you,
I see a stranger in disguise.
I see a past that flew.
I see dark-brown colored eyes.
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School Of Life
شِعرIn life, there are moments when you lose hope and feel disappointed, and there are superb moments that are truly worth remembering. I share my moments with you, feel free to share some too.