My eyes see him.
The whim follows as he walks,
dragging itself behind him.
I curse silently; nothing new.
Again and again, almost everyday.
I tear my gaze away hoping
no one has seen
how my eyes looked at him;
my features.
One hell of a creature. . .
💎
His ocean eyes speak riddles to me.
I get mesmerised by them.
Captivated and compelled by them.
I don't meditate about it
For, I do not want it
to go anywhere.
I don't want that.
But I just love the feeling sometimes.
How I feel hypnotized by him;
Attracted to him;
physically drawn to him.
Like there's this magnetic
force-eye force between us
that closes our distance
as we lock eyes.
It clasps both of our
gazes potently and then,
of-course I steal it's strength
somehow and part the gaze.
I break the force.
A force that came out of nowhere.
A force that makes my heart flutter. . .
A force that's been tormenting me
since the day I saw him.
Such a prodigious force indeed. . .
I go back to my bubble of ignorance
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
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