Just Breathe

Stare

Every day I feel your stare.

It's like a feeling of warmth,

To know your looking at me,

To know I might be on your mind,

To know who ever I'm talking too,

Might be making you jealous.

So I look your way,

Our eyes lock.

Green on blue-grey.

Even from across the room,

I can see the specks of grey,

Hiding in your pale blue eyes.

I think,

I'm the only one who ever sees them.

It might be because I'm observant,

Or that your eyes are so enticing,

That I can't help but stare.

We keep looking until your eyes move,

But not from me.

Down to my lips.

Then back to my eyes.

It's a very quick glance,

But I catch it everytime you do it.

One of us should really stop staring.