His eyes were green,
The kind of green a camera cannot reproduce,
The kind of green that can haunt you and make you fall in love at the same time,
The kind of green that is dangerously beautiful,
The kind of green that hides the most horrible secrets but yet reflects the most beautiful soul.
Green, his eyes were green and I fell for him.
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Poems and Writings for the Young Souls
PoetryJust some things I've been writing this year that I've only shown to my best friend but she believes are good. Hope you like it. Update: I kept on writing poems in the past 4 or 5 years but not as much as I used to, mainly because I would write them...
