His Eyes
What a sight
Looking into his eyes
Staring back into mine
Smiling so bright
A sort of grey and blue
A mixture between the two
The perfect mix of color
Looking right into mine
Lost,
So lost
In luke warm ocean water
The two colors the oceanside provide
In the winter of his eyes
Chills, chills through my body
Icy,
But brings warmth to my heart
Piercing through my heart with a glance
A dagger that patches up my holes
A sort of dance
My heart is whole
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