I didn't know where to look.
His eyes or the skies.
Then again, they were the same color.
So I chose his eyes.
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
PoesíaSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
Skies or Eyes
I didn't know where to look.
His eyes or the skies.
Then again, they were the same color.
So I chose his eyes.
