Thursday, November 26, 2009

The Look:

What am I looking at? Or is it just a stare?
As if I’m caught by surprise, touched by a love flare
Maybe I’m carried away, left nothing to spare
Or is it I’m in aghast, a whirlwind of scare?

Or maybe I’m reading your thoughts beyond your emotion
Beyond the physical feel, behind your condition
Beyond the face value, beyond our conversation
Maybe I’m just lost, in an effort of translation
Maybe I’m driving down to a solid notion
To understand what you are saying
The look can be anything
That you read from my face
The squinting of my eyes and gaze
I’m trying to touch your soul, where the real you reside
From the expression, I’m attempting to slide
To get to the real you, for our thoughts to stride