your eyes
they were deep blue
like the ocean
with tiny specks of grey
i will miss looking into your eyes and seeing what i thought was longing for me
i guess i was wrong
the only thing you longed for was freedom-k.f.

YOU ARE READING
his name was kentucky
Poésiea collection of poems about the first boy i ever loved, and lost.
nineteen
your eyes
they were deep blue
like the ocean
with tiny specks of grey
i will miss looking into your eyes and seeing what i thought was longing for me
i guess i was wrong
the only thing you longed for was freedom-k.f.