Authors Note: OK, I'm up to like 20 or more SH poems, so expect this to get... long. Especially for me. This was inspired my JBs eyes, as you might have guessed- they're so expresive... sigh... OK, I'll moon over Jeremy once I'm done this. heh heh.
Disclaimer: Do I have to say it again? Good. I said it in the first chapter all ready.
Eyes
There are few in this world
who are truly exceptional.
He is one of those few.
Exceptional in every way.
You wouldn't guess it
from looking at him-
His dress, his fleeting smile,
his mannerisms.
Wouldn't guess that he's
any different
From thousands of others.
It's his eyes that give him away-
shifting, watching,
looking, seeking,
seeing.
Constantly.
Those eyes never cease
watching, looking, searching.
For what, I don't think
even he knows.
But maybe he does.
I don't.
He doesn't tell a fraction
of what he sees,
And he's forgotten
more than I'll ever know.
Those eyes, they know.
And never forget.
They just learn to live with it.
Reviews more than welcome, as always. Input appreciated!