I want her eyes
neither color nor shape is what I want
But the way she sees the world
So bright and colorful
is the world out of those
green forest eyes
I need her eyes
to keep going
on this monotone earth
where every day looks the same
Who's eyes do you need? for me, it's the eyes I had as a child :)
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The voice they never heard
PoetryI never talked the way I thought. Often, that filled me with regret. This is something I wrote some years ago that I just wanted to share! Obviously my knowledge on writing was limited and it shows :,)
