Her eyes are blue,
yours are brown.
Hers represent the ocean,
yours represents the ground.
You've always hated my eyes.
Wished they were blue.
But your eyes have a tint of gold,
So rare it must not be true.
So yes, her eyes are blue,
And yes, your eyes are brown.
But my eyes hold the riches,
Buried in the ground.
Her eyes carry storms,
and rage like the sea.
Your eyes carry earthquakes,
That bring mountains to their knees.
Maybe her eyes are blue,
But your reign queen.
Because they hold the greatest riches,
The world has ever seen.
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Insecurity To Positivity
Poetry❗THIS PIECE OF WORK DOES NOT BELONG TO ME❗ Credits: @christisteyn This is a piece of art work that inspired me greatly. I'm choosing to reupload it just so that it can be seen by a wider audience even if that audience is just one extra person. Certa...
