I can easily find you in a crowd
because of the gravity
of your gaze. It pulls me.
As if you've searched
for me, found me,
and waited for me
to look at you.
Your stare burns,
with a wish to be seen,
seeking assurance,
asking for a yes.
Your look lingers,
and send shivers.
It crawls from my cheek
to the curve of my neck,
and grows into a ball
at the pit of my stomach.
I see you, look into you,
and I know you see me, too.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC
I can easily find you in a crowd
because of the gravity
of your gaze. It pulls me.
As if you've searched
for me, found me,
and waited for me
to look at you.
Your stare burns,
with a wish to be seen,
seeking assurance,
asking for a yes.
Your look lingers,
and send shivers.
It crawls from my cheek
to the curve of my neck,
and grows into a ball
at the pit of my stomach.
I see you, look into you,
and I know you see me, too.