What Do You See?
What do you see? Those eyes. Staring.
You're not looking at me, you're looking past me.
You're looking through me. What do you see?
I'm unclean, I know. No one knows, but you.
What do you see? All my shame and guilt?
Scars so deep? Scars, those scars.
They shouldn't be there in the first place.
No one sees them, but you. I'm sure of it.
It's the way you look at me.
Those eyes, dark, yet so soft.
Your stare, so penetrating.
Tell me, what do you see?
All my deepest and darkest secrets.
Do you see them? When you stare?
You never say. I pray it doesn't frighten you away.
I'm ashamed, but please stay
Tell me, what do you see, when you look at me?
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