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Poetry

My words are withered because they suck. A collection of some of my poems. If they're poems at all. (:

Brown Eyes

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by danielarodriguezz

by danielarodriguezz

If i could,
I would,
Swim in those dark pools
you call eyes.

I don't need,
a clear blue sea.
All i need,
is you,
and me,

and those
polluted
swimming pools.

I can see
the oily residue
those pollutants have left you.

Im surprised
you can still
See through,

Such a dark,
and lonely
place

to be-

alone
in,
those dark
swimming pools
Of yours