New Perspectives
I'm losing control
Of myself today
I shouldn't stare
Oh. By the way...
I'm people watching
The faces blur by
One stands out
His piercing brown eyes.
A shift in them
Leads me to see,
A beautiful girl
Who's about to sneeze.
She glances towards
The tissue box,
Only to see
It's all used up.
A short boy
Is taking the time
To make the mean girl
Seem oh- so kind.
She glares away
At her seemingly perfect friends
Who are plotting an attack
To stab her in the back.
The brown eyes turn black,
And I notice out of the reflection,
Who he just happens
To be looking at.
He sighs. Running
His fingers through his hair
"People watcher," He says to me
And smiles, "I don't see your stare."