Tuesday, November 19, 2002

look
look at me with those eyes of yours
i could stare into them for days
and never get bored
they say the eyes are the windows to the soul
maybe there's some truth to that

look
look at me like you do when we're alone
i love it when your eyes say so much
when everything is silent but the sound of breathing
i can only hope that you see
yourself in my own murky brown eyes
and ignore the plain coloring of my own


i wish my eyes were as eloquent as yours...
manic depressive?
never thought of that
i wouldn't be surprised though

if i was