I get lost in his eyes,
those eyes that peer right through my soul.
Those that see through my obtrusive lies.
Those eyes that see me whole.
I try to hide whenever they look my way,
but his stare is too enrapturing.
Its becoming impossibe to stay away.
Those eyes, forever capturing.
He always knows when I am sad,
and those eyes that pick at the lock in my heart.
Soon then am I extremely glad,
because he gave my day a new start.
In these moments I find myself amazed
we sit in silence, but yet we know.
He is quiet,
and I am dazedand through these moments our friendship grows.
Today I cannot go to him.
But tomorrow is another day,
luck goes by always on a whim.
Maybe tomorrow things will go my way.
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