Your Eyes...

I've tried, really

I'm thinkin' about it,

Starin' madly

Do you think we'd meet?

I've caught you looking at me,

I've returned the deep look

Then you turn, totally mute...

Always the same

I can’t say I'm ok

Do you think I should say

what has been always there?

Or maybe is that obvious

that there's no purpose

on saying what, for sure,

you know since long ago...