Im Not A Stoner Man. I Ride Bikes. Poem by Kaylee Questionable

The weight
is pressing down.
I notice your stare.
Searching for
the anwser hidden
In you glistenig
blue eyes.

(The sun hits my
brown sparkling ones
with a heated intesity.
Till I just avert
them looking for the
cool shade.)

You squint your eyes
continuing your heavy
stare.
Analyzing my every move
Searching for emotion
in my innocent
decieving face.
Hoping for a glare.
A smile
anything but my
still silence.

Any emotion is
better then nothing.

(the sun beats down
the back
baking it till
you find it crisp.
Swip that
coo white cream
over the burnt skin.
In hopes to protect it)

Remove my brown eyes
in hopes of
finding a facade
that is unaware
of your anylytical stare.
No emotion to be shown.
is the Key.
A glance back.
The weight is still
pressing down.
Recover the flushed
cheeks as quickly
as possible.

No weight is a match
for me?

(A peaceful
shady tree
Perfect for a
relaxed nap)

Another stolen glance
We caught each others
eyes.

(the sun pierces
through the gaps
in the leaves)

When reality gets
too real you
need to wake up.

(no clouds insigh)