Looks people give me.

Now this might be a poem,
It might just be a rant.
But it concerns
Some obsevations,
That recently I've had.

Every time
I catch somebodys eye,
I see and read a look.

A look but, never the same look,
Each look with a diferent story.
Telling me
about myself,
And the one I'm looking at.

Some looks tell of hatred.
Some of love and hwyl,
Some angered, some perplexed,

And so often I find,
I feel something back.

And I think about those stories,
And what they mean to me.
Forgiving hatred, returning love,
Seeing lies and wondering why?

And all in a fleeting look.

There you go, it was just a kind of poem.

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