People say grey eyes are almost like storm clouds,
But I say,
They're like silver,
A precious metal everyone likes to see.
Your eyes shine like that metal,
Used so commonly.
They sparkle just right,
As if diamonds accompany them,
Just like rings,
Sparkling in the light.
You may shed tears,
It happened in the last few years.
It's hard to lose such unknown person,
But it's used,
Oh so often.
You can be sad for other reasons,
And it might be a cover up for those sad seasons.
