No.
My eyes do not look the same.
Those eyes were looking glasses that led to flowered meadows.
Those eyes were before these eyes became windows to a broken soul.
No.
My eyes do not look the same.
Those eyes had galaxies.
At least,
that's what she told me.
Those eyes didn't have floods pour out
over the girl who gave me more panic attacks than happy memories.
Those eyes were innocent.
No.
My eyes do not look the same.
So, don't you dare hold up the picture of when I was three and compare the difference.
There are too many to count.
No.
My eyes do not look the same.
The flowers are over watered.
The galaxies burnt out.
