I hate my eyes. They are grey, with little specks of blue and purple.
The color choice reminds me of a storm, it doesn't surprise me though, I have hurricanes in my mind, maybe my eyes reflect that.
You know what they say,
"Eyes are the window to the soul"
Well, maybe that's why people can never look me in the eye when they speak, maybe they're just afraid of getting caught up in the storm.
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°Clouded Minds°
Poetry°and there's nothing more that kills you slowly and painfully than your own mind° copyright: all rights reserved
