Heather

4.

She stands holding your hand.

Your arms around her shoulder

Looking at you and her

I'm getting colder

But how could I hate her

Sh- She's such an angel

But then again kinda wish she was dead

You look at her smiling.

Her blue eyes met your blue-like eyes.

Not mine.

I have no idea why people tell you have blue eyes

for me you are still that boy with those brown orbs.