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My Bright, Blue Eyes

My eyes control the language hidden within the teeth
of the words too sincere to be spoken,
making the gentlemen hide their speech.
My blue eyes, the color of the sea,
playing games like “hopscotch” and “bumblebee”
with the sun who’s jealous of seeing me,
‘cause my eyes are so strong they could speak blindly.
With love and passion my eyes talk.
They run and hide and even walk to handsome’s arms
and tear filled beds where the only smell is of regret.
My bright, blue eyes have a young freckle inside
that’s waiting for your moves and to see past the shy
and withered sheets that ponder me, unconsciously, everyday.
That my future will shine, that my past would fade,
and all color in my eyes would turn to grey
when I think of you
and the mistakes you’ve made,
I fly, my eyes fly.



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