14 August 2012
In a world of your own, You sit there, With not a single care. I see you every day. You seem so lost, so tired. Your eyes. The deepest brown. I can almost see the pain in them. Once you looked up. Right at me. And our eyes met for a few seconds. My world seemed to change.
Those eyes, They were electric. I miss seeing them every day, I miss seeing you. Because somehow, In some odd way, I thought we had a connection.
Connections • Opuss № I