“I guess I’m not really over you if I still search for you within other guys.”

“You say I’m not your type and that you’re into her. But when put in a situation that I’m standing next to her, your eyes don’t seem to acknowledge her as much as she wish they would. Your eyes instead land of the presence of me. How oblivious of you to think that I could not see you stare at me from the corner of my eyes. It has been months and I don’t look at you like the way I used to and we don’t talk anymore, yet you still continue to stare at me whether you’re sitting behind me, diagonal from me, or right in front of me. So tell me, am I really not your type? And does she really have your heart?”

— the words I’m dying to tell you

“The eyes follow the heart. In other words, though you might not realize it, the person your eyes so effortlessly find and admire in a crowded room, is the person that has your heart.”

A Guy I Once Knew

Autumn eyes,

You remind me of a guy I once knew,

His name no longer rings a bell within my mind,

But I do remember the day when he turned twenty-two,

He told me that he adored the freckles dotted on my cheeks,

I laughed and told him that those freckles were rather gold specks,

He chuckled with his deep dimple smile,

And asked me what’s next,

I told him that his eyes were like pumpkin spice and colored leaves,

“Why do you say so?” he’d say,

“Because those things are – warm,” I’d shyly reply,

His smile grew larger as he told me that I was so cliche,

But he is now just apart of the past,

My memory of him is now buried deep within the library of my mind,

In a book labeled, “Autumn Eyes,”

The pages within his book are sloppy and unlined,

But I don’t know why autumn still reminds me of him,

I guess warm feelings never go away,

Those warm autumn feelings,

Is still with me till this day.

~ heart2heartwritings