Why is she looking at me
With her big blue eyes
And why does she smile
Whenever I'm around ?
Why do I admire
Her beautiful sweet lips
And why do I want
To kiss them endlessly ?
Why, why is she looking,
When she doesn't even know me
Oh God, even I, don't know myself;
But maybe, just maybe, she will know me better;
But, what if she's lucky enough,
To find out in which labyrinth of my mind
Is my recklessly-lost self hiding ?
Will those big blue eyes still search for mine,
Or will they search for someone else's..?
YOU ARE READING
Girl With The Big Blue Eyes
PoetrySo, this is something different from me. If you prefer rhyme, go and read some of my older stuff; not this. If you do want to give it a chance, then I really hope you will enjoy it.
