His eyes, My mystery.

April 27, 2011
By StreetKat SILVER, Hamlin, New York
StreetKat SILVER, Hamlin, New York
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Favorite Quote:
V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so.


I love his dark brown eyes even if I cannot see them,
I love them, but I do not know why. For years I have
Never once gone for someone with the dark eyes for
I have found them… strange. I like the lighter colors,
Blue or green, both the colors that I hardly find any-
More. I, born with green, no one else in my family,
If born younger than me. My sister, has blue, my dad
And mom too. But the eyes I see on him, something
Pulls me towards them. No reason to wonder what,
One may like or not. But in all this time spent with the
Thought that I would never find one with the darker
Eyes, I have found something else that makes me more
Curious about the boy said before. He doesn’t go by his
Name, but one he chose for himself. One that seams a
Small strange, but none the less, something new. I also
Find that the small look he gives me, the one that makes
My heart skip a beat, the one only I see, a look as if he
Were trying to tell me something, or finding something
In me. Every time spent with him makes the mystery a
More curious thing to spend my time on. Every time I
Sit down and talk, or when he holds me close, even if
We are not together for the fear of the other getting hurt.
The fear of loosing each other…
But still, every time I look in his brown eyes, I cant help
But wonder, why choose him now, instead of before. Back
When we were just friends with only the small time talking
The only reason I can come up with… is because after the
Little time we’ve spent together, makes me love him more.
More than I should trust…



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