Reading FacesA Poem by mess of gorgeous chaosThat awkward staring thing
His eyes were
small & dark and constantly f l o a t e d around the room in question. When they did stop they rested on her and his face would become a museum of light. As soon as she looked his way, however his glare resumed to the ground or a faraway object. The light in his eyes clicked off and his curious expression turned to stone just in case she was trying to read his face. And she always was. And sometimes he would be just a little too late. She would catch the museum of light she always hoped to see on his face... even if it was just for a moment.
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