Question in my Eyes
A quizzical gaze
Emits from a sensory haze
Firing questioning looks
As if I am seeing an unread book
Yet it is a volume 1 that I have supposedly read
Composed of un anticipated beds
That I have fallen
Into Crest fallen
So my eyes inquire and plea
Do you love me?
Do you need me?
Do you want me?
Do you like me?
Do you hate me?
Do you respect me?
Do you think of me?
The answer showers
From a wooden eyed glower
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2009-07-29 at 03:58
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