Her
Eyes.
Pale blue.
Cries.
Forgetful
Lies.
Outside.
She sees
His mind,
And wonders
If he cries,
Inside.
·
She drops
A coin,
As she walks by.
Eyes
Glued
To the Pale Blue
Skys.
·
She listens
And waits,
Hoping,
Maybe the man
On the street
Won't see,
The single tear streeming down her cheek.
She hears,
The sound,
As his hand strums
Down
On the guitar,
Giving off an
Empty sound.
She waits
And wishes,
She can here him,
Just speek.
And that maybe,
Just maybe,
He will notice
Her.
Pale.
Blue.
Eyes.
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YOU ARE READING
Pale Blue.
PoetryHe met her. She met him. He remembered her eyes. She remembered his mind. But they never forgot the day When color died.
