His eyes
Pitying me
Burning my pride
Like a thousand needles
Stinging my skin all at the same time
I would have melted beneath those imploring eyes
Filled with questions
Asking why
As I met his to mine
I felt those gazing eyes
Embracing my thoughts
The floor might have had something interesting
Never did I take my sight away from it again
This hallway seems so empty
As I walkaway...
