In your eyes, do you see me?

𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁 Poems

I wonder what I look like in your eyes, a fleeting shadow, or perhaps a spark, dancing in the light of your laughter. Do you see the colors that swirl in the depths of my thoughts? Like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze, whispering secrets only the trees can hear. I like you, a simple truth wrapped in hesitation, the weight of words held back by the years of silence. If I am a book, what chapters have you read? Do you linger on the pages where dreams intertwine with reality, or skip ahead to the verses where heartbeats echo? Sometimes, I catch your gaze, a moment suspended in time, wondering if you can feel the warmth that wraps around my heart when you smile. In your eyes, do I become more than just a figure? Perhaps a faded photograph, or an unwritten poem waiting for the ink to spill. So here I stand, still, uncertain, yet alive, wondering what you see and hoping you like me back.