Something about the eyes
I look into your eyes and see what is mine.
The things i find, is what no one else sees.
Brighter than the flares of the sun, through time.
You dont know how special you are to me.
Eyes green like leaves or blue like the ocean.
Mix them and make a tale of forever.
Going through life, like the waves of motion.
But your eyes speak of things that are clever.
Behind the eyes is a primatic hole,
Your eyes find the positive things in life.
Ill sit with you and watch the world unfold.
You look through peoples souls with a sharp knife.
Filled with grief, im staring into your eyes.
Im hating the day that ill say goodbye.
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