I saw the boy with the pretty blue eyes once more
His eyes are slivery gray blue not pricey blue.
It is like a lake the kids go swimming in. A Slivery blue.
I don't want the butterflies
I don't like the heat & the scarlet flushed cheeks.
I can't never met his eyes
Slivery blue eyes
It makes me feel sick
It makes me hot & funny
Every time I find him staring
Staring at me kind of odd
Every single day out eyes seem to meet.
When they do I it seems to go on forever
The depth in the slivery blue eyes
Like an endless ocean filled with sliver & blue
I feel strange in an odd sort of way
Gut wrenching
Butterflies
Scarlet checks
Feelings all pouring
Oh why doesn't it stop?
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A Silent Kiss
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