© Eiram-Lee
Whose Eyes Are Thief
Hey Mister you're bigger than how you look,
Your distinct bold voice makes you intimidating.
I will admit that your face looks so good,
The symmetry it holds is quite fascinating.
How come you are in places where I am?
I can feel your steps and I can hear your whisper.
I like to move away as you come near,
I am unease cause your stare makes my gaze blister.
Your eyes are sharp, they want to snatch my soul.
I get lost inside their darkness for a moment.
I can manage my way out to escape
But that one gorgeous glare is the most violent.

Oxford Art Print is available on INPRNT

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