Brown eyes
I struggle through a crowd
I don't know, don't care to.
I feel your eyes on me, watching.
Your stare is very loud.
Brown eyes watch me smiling
brown eyes watch me walking
brown eyes are experts at
the art of stalking.
I crossed the room, so very aware
of your eyes following me
you see me, you want me, again.
yes I know that somewhere you're
out there.
Brown eyes watch me laugh
brown eyes watch me weep
brown eyes penetrate me
oh so very deep
I've no idea when you'll come again
and take me for that ride
But when you do I'll be waiting
To let you back inside.
©SamHarty
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