Blue
I always admired his blue eyes,
An ocean awaiting.
A safe haven,
But I stay debating.
Because of another pair,
This time brown eyes.
The ocean would cave in,
Without his foundation.
His brown eyes.
The ground that I walk on,
The wars that we fought on.
His brown eyes.
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