Don’t mind my vacant, flustered, fuddled stare,
I’m like this because minds do roam afar,
When they’re witness to your blissfully rare
Pair of wane eyes; how they resemble stars.
God, how they shine, surpassing all others,
Glistening, glittering, glad fully bright.
How they passed before, my brain now wonders,
And yet a wonder I behold each night.
Every morning I wake, captivated,
Alive from the sunlight through my window,
Reminded of a soul now agitated,
Dying as I wait for your shadow.
And while the sun blinds, your stars glow golden,
Our full, enamored stare, eyes wide open.
I’m like this because minds do roam afar,
When they’re witness to your blissfully rare
Pair of wane eyes; how they resemble stars.
God, how they shine, surpassing all others,
Glistening, glittering, glad fully bright.
How they passed before, my brain now wonders,
And yet a wonder I behold each night.
Every morning I wake, captivated,
Alive from the sunlight through my window,
Reminded of a soul now agitated,
Dying as I wait for your shadow.
And while the sun blinds, your stars glow golden,
Our full, enamored stare, eyes wide open.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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