My eyes.
I swear my eyes,
Are too pretty to be mine,
They belong to another,
Beautiful girl, not me,
I wonder how my eyes,
Are still bright and vibrant,
When I have read such horrors,
In many books,
I ponder how my eyes,
Are just that,
My own,
When they are so pretty,
I stare at my eyes,
Noticing how they change,
After a session of tears,
Hazel to a stunning light green,
I smile at my eyes,
How everyday,
I get a new pair of eyes,
A mystery of shades,
I love....
My eyes.
