Soul Searcher
I search your eyes and find your open soul.
You search mine and only find reserves.
You wonder why, as do I,
Though I think I know.
So long ago it seems,
When he came to me.
It turned so quickly true,
Don't know how it all turned blue.
I guess I search for him in you,
And hope I will not see
The same two eyes that let me go
Looking through you at me.
Your open soul is haunting,
Your true and honest heart,
Held on a silver platter
Waiting for me to start.
I'm sorry I'm not jumping at the chance to start anew,
I'm just scared of seeing that soul searching gaze from you. . .
I couldn't bear it. . . . . . .
ã 1996 Janelle K. Vargas