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Monday, October 12, 2009, 8:57:00 PM
those eyes
sometimes when our eyes meet,i cant tell what it means,
or what is the underlying feelings.
why do you often make me feel this way.
is it just me?
or is it us?
i can barely tell
for what lay ahead of us.
not once,
not twice,
nor thrice have i observed
that our eyes often meet
on the crossroads
and intersections
where we could only pass each other
and utter no words
if only those eyes of yours could whisper to me...
i could only wish.