My Eyes

January 25, 2015

My eyes tell stories.

Stories that are mine.

MIne forever to cherish.

Cherish myself every time.

My eyes are filled with kindness.

Kindness that feels so rare.

Rare that I feel happy and care.

Care about me and who I am today.

My eyes change colors.

Colors that are different.

Different like me.

Me is beautiful, flawless Gabi.

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