Eyes
When I first saw those dual eyes,
Nothing compared to those jewel eyes.
I saw them flashing in my dreams.
A pair of emerald pools. Eyes.
But dreams soon became nightmares.
Oh, why must I have a fool’s eyes.
Such pain they cause, a pool of tears,
Who knew they were such cruel eyes.
Beware, no more will you stay a fool.
Beware of the prettiest jewel eyes.
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