The people around me
are sharp, shiny, brittle and empty.
They try to hide it by reflecting
Empty smiles, mirror eyes.
But you are different.
Even now I'm surprised to see
that instead of a hard, cold reflection
I see a window,
so pure and clear
that it compels me,
draws me into the depth of your
Only you with your window eyes.
This poem haunted me for a couple of days until I scribbled it out into my journal.