That eye on your chest
Does it see past me?
Or does it see the real me?

You cherish each line
The grooves that form the shape
It reaches for your heart

As my fingertips touch your skin
The colors vibrate beneath my hand
This eye is watching my every move

It’s a conspiracy to think
Who this belongs to
You wince as I release my touch

Am I just a tool for you?
I hope not
This eye will always follow me