"His Gaze"
It's like everywhere I go,
Someone was following me;
I pretended not to look back,
Not mind myself feeling uneasy.
I tore through my bag,
And began to change myself;
I had a game face on;
It was war with everyone else.
A presence made me feel watched,
As I changed into my armor;
I looked back to see who it was,
There he was shining in full glamour.
His eyes staring intently at me--
I told him to go off,
But he kept saying it was okay,
Like he wanted to stay--I was enough.
And he did, watching my every move;
Even in battle, he was there;
I pretended he didn't exist once more,
But when I looked back, his stare--
It gave me shivers up my spine;
It wasn't cold but his gaze tore,
The heat, the intensity rising up,
With each minute apart, it felt sore.
I flinched in a moment and broke;
I couldn't quite handle that pressure;
First time, first feelings,
I've never felt like a treasure.
Then I was next in the battle,
But the dream ended in a haste--
Forever fixed, forever lost
In his melting gaze.
(c) WhiteSecrets715 2014.
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White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
