you don't know me,
but we've met before, countless
times I've sworn to see the light
behind those cold dark brown eyes
the most beautiful work of art
I can feel it, every time you ache
and try to hide it with a smile

somewhere beneath your facade,
lies your trepid, aching heart
I'm not trying to reach out
afraid to break you further

I'm afraid you won't like
my eyes to fall for you,
and please don't look up
for I am staring back at you.