He looked into my eyes, claims he loves what he sees
He is not the first to make these claims
Most don't recognize what they are gazing into, it's not a look of love
Not a look of lust, and not a look of confidence
But in fact a look that explains who I am
It's a dreamy gaze, color changing
A mesmerizing story
About a girl who chases the stars, even being aware
That they are all dead and not as they seem
*The girl who loves to chase her dead dream