You see me looking at you.
No , I'm not looking at you.
I'm looking through you.
My eyes pierce through the beauty,
they pierce through the make up,
they pierce through the sexiness and youth.
A focus on the days they will all be gone.
When all I will be left with is what I see by looking through you.
Will you still tickle my fancy?
Dont be surprised if you never hear from me.
Its because of what I saw when I looked through you.
(borrowed image)
©kd.vambe
K