My being is expressive.
It’s not complicated, just hardly understood.
Listen with your eyes as I ripple towards you.
I love, it’s a smile.
There’s anger, it’s a scowl.
Shiny eyes, I’m laughing with you.
Tears falling, there’s a devastation occurring.
Reaching for you, I need your touch.
Not making eye contact, you’ve lost me.
If the last thing you see is my back, I’m gone.