I see you looking.
I see your eyes wandering.
I saw you when you first came.
That first day.
You came in and met my eyes.
Your eyes,
As cliche as can be.
They're sky blue.
Icy blue even.
Piercing blue.
They pier into my soul so deep I had to sit back.
I was taken aback.
I was pushed back, yet intrigued.
You pushed me back yet pulled me in.
You took me back and dragged me closer all in one beautiful symphony.
You don't talk much.
But that's ok.
Your eyes say all the words I need to hear.
YOU ARE READING
me more than you
PoetryPoetry The deepest thoughts of my mind It's just me and my mind Not me and you