I feel in love with your red flags because you told me they were green.
And anything you said, if you said it confidently, I believed.
Even though, through my eyes, I knew they were pink.
Even when were looking at the same sign, and your description of events are contradictory,
I always second guessed what I had seen.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.