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What Are These Eye's

The way they look at me is almost time stopping.  The icey color. The shadow that fall's right

below. Why can't I stop staring? Why are they looking at me? I don't know if it scares me or

just rightly sets me in a mood. What mood? They are beautiful almost unreal... They send

me into a deep thought and a completely differant world. Can I not find the right word for 

what they are? Not mysteriouse. Not wanting. Hmmm... My thought's race as I begin to breath

some what hard. Wow, what is wrong with me. Who is this person? Why do I look into thier

soul through thier waunderful time stoppin eyes. It is like I just wan't to melt. I feel a cold

breeze and I almost snap out of it. Wait now what? What is it... I just cant stop the daze. It is

so amazing, so waunderful. I just want them. I don't want the person just thier eyes. Can I

have them? They have to be God's eyes. No man can have such an affect on a woman

through such a thing as his eye's. I just cant figure this out. Im in such deep thought about

all this. What is worng with me?  I am not thinking this! I could not just take them. He would

kill me if I tried to take his eye's. He is so much bigger than me. NO, wait I would never

committ such a crime. That is terrible how could I think like a killer. Taking someone's eye's! 

That is just terrible! I could never. What if I could just have him. If he was mine his eye's

would also be mine. Hmm... just to think. Can I own something as beatiful and time stopping

as these eye's? That would be controlling of me. I am not like that. This is crazy what are

they doing to me. It's like they turn me into a completly differant person.  Do I like it? I don't

know. All I think about is wanting his eyes. It is so consuming to my soul  and my mind. Wait

what he is he doing? Is he coming over here? Could that be? Oh what if I can't speak for

looking into his eyes? Oh no, what about all my thoughts? What do I do? I can't run,  for I am

in such a trance. Wait what is he doing? Where is he going. It can't be! Is it over? Just like

that? Wow, and yet still I can't stop thinking about those dark, beatiful, waunderful, icey 
eye's.

Copyright © Emily Shannon | Year Posted 2009

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