your gray eyes,
they match the tumultuous storm
that brews in my heart
every time we interact.
these times are rare,
but whenever i gaze at you,
i'm not sure if i'm scared or hopeful
that i'll catch your gray eyes
gazing back.
you were the first person who
i was sad was graduating.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypoetry, written by someone who's still trying to figure a lot out. (updates whenever i write something good)
