The Eyes That Follow Me
The eyes that follow me
I don't see a smile in them.
I don't see hatred too.
I just find wonderment
Clouding at their hem.
The eyes that follow me
Suddenly change their colour,
Tell me silent stories,
Ask me questions,
Yet lack my flavour.
The eyes that follow me
At times, are tender and innocent
And ooze with life
Young and lively, yet
They lack peace and contentment.
The eyes that follow me
Are hiding behind hopelessly,
So I shall ignore them.
But I see them far
Tracking mine relentlessly.
The eyes that follow me
Hide their motives too.
They suffer but to hide the lust,
The vigour, the valour that someday
May reveal their hues, grey but true.
The eyes that follow me
May now retreat and retire
As mine are tired and tasteless.
And mine merely exist
In full of bewildering despair.
So good✨️
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