her eyes are blue.
yours are brown.
hers represent the ocean.
yours represent the ground.
you've always hated your eyes.
and wished that they were blue.
but your eyes have a tint of gold.
so rare it must be true.
and yes, her eyes are blue.
and yes, your eyes are brown.
but your eyes hold the riches.
that are buried in the ground.
her eyes carry the storms.
and rage like the sea
your eyes carry earthquakes.
that bring mountains to their knees.
maybe her eyes are blue.
but your eyes reign, queen
because they hold the purest riches
the world has ever seen.
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
