Staring
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Staring out over the oceanThe sun's reflection burningSparkling off the Blue Man's hullCreates a sounding paradiseThat never seems to dull
The week has just started
And I'm drowning in a flood
Of papers and anxiety
In homework and insomnia.
The halls are much too crowded,
There is no spaces in the rooms,
My head is over crowded
His Eyes.
From miles away they would be black.
They stare into
my soul with an
emptiness that I have
never seen before.
Black bottomless pits.
If I were to fall in them, I wouldn’t drown
They always mock me.
Staring from the sky,
Hiding behind the clouds,
And would never touch the grass believing they are superior.
I grimace feeling hopeless
Staring
Staring into space
Stare into a blank face
An old forgotten place
Trying to keep up the pace
In a never ending race
Staring
I love the way your eyes crinkle up
each time you start to laugh,
the way you smiled boldly, slyly
at me when you caught me staring.
I loved the way you blushed
even more though, quickly averting your eyes,
