My Eyes. Poem by Trenton watson
My Eyes.
My eyes are weary,
For the things i yearn to see,
Your lips touching mine,
Waiting for my true chance,
To love the things in life,
I wonder where you are,
In my eyes i see you in the picture,
Of me and you standing on a hill,
Holding me untill u cant bare,
I really cant help to stare,
At ur beautiful hair,
It flows in the wind when singing its song,
The eyes i bare make me feel like a stalker,
Watching your every step,
Peeking threw the bushes,
When you move i silently cry,
Of the things im missing in life,
Your not here with me,
Your with the one you truly love,
Him.
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8/6/2026 2:52:00 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Truly a powerful expression of emotions which capture elements of the mundane and the fantastical which speaks in an inner voice that reflects a psyche that searches for a reality that cannot be....the imagery evokes very deep meaningful impressions and creates a picture that conveys notions of addressing the reader in relation to what is physically perceptible as well as metaphysical and of a more psychological plane...the feeling of being a 'stalker' suggests a conciousness which is questioning its own place in the scheme of emotions and the concurrent actions. A great piece of poetry.