Blue Eyes
The thoughts of you in my mind
The words that I cant seem to find
The lightness of your everyday presence
Enlightens me in every way
The softness of your blue eyes
When they meet with mine
So ironic I say
They draw me in every step of the way
How did I fall so deeply for someone like you
This unknown love something very new
Im so confused
Why is that even though my love is true
You fail to realize no matter what i do
God how u make me blue
How will I get through
This love so unknown
That is barely shown
This unclear love
will come true oh so true
The difference between me and you
Will be the past only what we knew
When will it be time
For your blues to meet mine
When will your blue eyes
Fall for my deep brown eyes
When will you see
That the dreams about us will become a reality
When will you let it be
When will you let this love be free
When will you see the love you have for me
As I sit in the back of the class
I begin to wonder when will you stop
Stop talking to the girl you see
And … look at me
…into me
… through me
And see how I feel for you
See how my love is true
But until you do I look at you
Your interior
The real you
Then you finally look my way
Then again I cant find the words to say
So you smile
And I smile back
While inside Im hoping
Hoping … that you you see me
Not the me I portray to be
But the real me
Gosh how you smile so beautifully
And then you speak
To me
Only me
And when you speak to me you let it be known
That you like what you see and I attract
Those beautiful blue eyes
But in my mind
I doubt that maybe you don’t like what you see
You could just be being friendly
I have thoughts that maybe im not good enough
Not good enough for you
But when you grab my hand
You bring me back in
Knowing that loving you was not a sin
When your beautiful eyes
Look deep into mine I know that everything is fine
Think I think about the times
And the tries
And then I think
That all this love started with your blue eyes
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