Perpective

Your eyes are a deep blue,

And mine are just brown.

As soon as I dive into you,

I can't help but drown.

 

Your eyes are a sky blue,

And mine are brown.

The higher we go,

We’re more likely to come down

 

Now they’re an ice blue,

but mine have gone red.

They grow colder and colder,

Until I hear a continuing sound.

 

I always told you,

How I envied your eyes.

But you always told me,

How you envied mine.

 

I never quite understood why,

But now I see.

Every time you looked into them,

You saw the same old me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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