Piaccere

Your strange eyes meet mine but look away,
do you ever wonder what you would say
if I walked up to you and straight-up asked
what is your story? What is your past?
What is your future or do you not look ahead?
in the past year, how many tears have you shed?
how many nosebleeds that have made you red?
how many lollipops that have deadly lead?

Do you believe in love or are you rationally-minded?
if the latter, do you believe love could be blinded?
When did you last have sex?
or thought of tyranesaurus rex?
do you see yourself as calm
or are you an exploding bomb?

So why look away when our strange eyes meet?
our dynamic shouldn't remain a blank canvas sheet.
Look back at my eyes and ask me who I am
and I promise I'll tell you all that I can.