Mister Shrewd Eyes
You would think that I would try
To be a little more cautious,
And I commend those who can.
Yet I can’t help that I get a little…
Stupefied
Mystified
Completely Mesmerized
When you get that gaze in your eyes.
I know what that look means.
It’s a frequency that I can count on.
When you get that grin
And put your hands behind your head.
I know what words are forming in your mind
Every single time.
And this is why
I hate you,
Mister Shrewd Eyes.
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