Poetry Starts: Eyes

I can be creepy


EYES

Eyes following my movements

Eyes constantly tracing my path

Eyes in the dead of night

Eyes forever watching me

Dead and glowing eyes

Eyes full of blackness

Fearless eyes

Hungry eyes

Whose eyes are they
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 What is Poetry Starts?

…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic