Green Eyes
Yesterday, your eyes were green.
They were a subtle green, the color of a springtime meadow at dawn.
They were the color of hope; the color of trying again.
It was a color I had never seen occupying your irises,
Yet it is the color I always see in you.
When you looked at me, the hue brightened and sparkled, and I can't help wondering now,
Was that the color you saw in me yesterday, as I was seeing it in your eyes?
Was that the first time I had ever been that color - that
Hopeful green of taking risks, of young love developing again?
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Allison Rene' S.
I am a teenage girl who is passionate about creating. In my free time, I can be seen playing piano, violin, or baritone ukulele, singing, composing music, listening to music, writing poetry, working on writing a novel, reading, baking, watching youtube, hanging out with my friends, or drawing.
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