Those green eyes were poison,
they never spoke the truth.
Reeling me into their thunder,
I thought I heard a tune.
Turns out, it was a trap;
Everything turned blue.
You took the air from my lungs,
it was so hard to breathe.
Until I learned how to let go.
Oh, how I was free...
So free, I bumped back into brown eyes.
Warm, welcoming me in.
They showed me love again;
They remind me that I'll be okay.
Brown eyes are my favorite;
They push your green ones away.
~ B.M.D ~
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Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
