My second scribble:
Face of skepticism
Cynical smirking
Fascinating yet deadly
Drawing me in to trap and warp
Eyes
Shades of stony blue
Laughing yet clouded
the joke is yours alone
Eyes
Shaded shields of soul
Keeping me out and you in
and everyone else nowhere
Seperating and drawing
Two magnets held apart
What holds you? Fear perhaps?
The terror is mine as well
My heart and eyes are vulnerable
Offered upwords unwisely
Yours to burn or shatter or crush
Or to treasure in yours
Can you choose to keep
or are you incapable
of unshielding the shielded
even only to me.
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