Staring Back

Those two big brown eyes, they sit like two quiet double spies, on the edges of my sanctity. Probing my mind with their careful ponder, traversing the crvices of my shaky stare. Those two deep perfectly almond eyes, become the watchmen on my lobby, closing my doors as they see fit, leaving me to question whos inside. Those two never blinking pearl-shined eyes, Become the ocean under my ship, To which a thousand men mustve been swallowed, always leaving my boat just about to slip. Those two gentle delicate eyes, become the spotlights on my surgery table, Putting me under the knife, cutting through the surface and the soft insides, performing a vivisection on my life. Those two eyes will never stop staring, as I fall deeper into their crevice, and if I shall hit the ground, it will only be at their promise.