Dear boy i look at too much

By Rim

 I am devoted to people's eyes

The most attractive part of the human body

You may think it's not something worth looking at

But have you ever noticed the story animated behind every pupil 

Gazing is  a flirty way to kiss the soul

Indeed, human's eyes scare me

I cannot look at them for too long

But oh gosh

That boii behind me

I haven't seen such cristal black eyes

So brilliant and blazing

Speaking too much pain 

And I can't explain the art of mixing such sad eyes with such a sweet smile

Facing the agony of life

And I can hear his quaver voice while talking to his friend

That boii behind me

I wish I could turn around and travel into his iris

I want to be near, enough to see the ghosting tears stucking there

Dear boy, I look at too much

I wish I could visit your world just one time

You are so clueless, but trust me I can see every single reason through your eyes

Dear boy I look at too much please don't blame me, it's your eyes that attract me spiritually

I wrote this about a classmate 

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