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Sep 2019
I try not to
Can’t help it
My eyes are drawn
Like magnets
To yours
Do you see me?
Were you watching?
No
You look away
Speaking to someone
I drag my eyes down
Shuffling papers
Before me
But then
Looking up
I catch it
A look
A smile, soft and sweet
Your eyes
Warm and gentle
You turn your face
Away
But your lips
Still curve
Your cheeks tinged pink
Were you looking
At me?
In your eyes
Did I see
Could that possibly be
Your love?
Written by
Kestrel Blythe
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