What I See
His mouth was a creation of the World.
Gaping lines,
Opened wide for booze
And thoughtless grins
And screaming the words
Of his best friends favorite songs.
But his eyes,
Oh his eyes were a creation of his own.
With all the depths of the ocean.
Iridescent with empathy and intellect.
And dark tides of longing and passion.
His mouth had a nasty habit of bandwagoning.
But it was his eyes.
Those tell-all eyes.
That drew me in.
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