Their eyes were warchimg her, unknowingly and from the safeness of distance.

Take your time and get to know me: we'll see each other for a coffee date tonight and you will twirl your hair on your little finger,smoke your sins and never look me in the eyes. Sometimes being shallow is the right thing to be so we shall ramble about pastel colours and past dreams.You'll say that I am young but ancient and trust my oracle once more.My visions shall be reassuring and we'll both smile then chat some more.

There's a name for it you know,that empty feeling taking over you,breaking physical confines and releasing itself into the world.There's a certain feeling,an unpleasant tingling,like stubby needles growing in your skin.It's a private affair,a profecy fuffiled in silance-for you have pretty eyes they say,and tears would surely spoil them.Mother nature sent some rain tonight soat least,I may have the comfort to listen to the sound of tears.
I live with a reasonable doubt-that no light outshines the darkness and my eyes shall always be misleading.I will smile at you next morning and a frightening emptyness shall ooze from my lips.You'll think of kissing them and then we shall both be empty,empty and lost .