you tell me ;
that your eyes are boring
and they're nothing special
pointing out how dull they are
comparing your baby blue eyes to nobody special
but my dear
if only you could see
the galaxies that glow in your eyes
and the white stars that show up in your sky coloured rims
with the planets floating around in the center
drawing me in
if only you could see
the dreams they hold
precious and valuable
when you talk about your future , I see them spill from your tear ducts
sparkling down your cheek
if only you could see
how much your eyes mean to me
then you'd believe when I say
your eyes are my favourite
-r.b
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New poem aye
-your very own broken girl❤️ (I have no idea why my font looks like this I'm sorry rip)
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Poetrythe second adoxography. (Midnight wonders pt.2) I write to take the hurt off my heart, even if it's for a split second When the pen hits the paper, I have something to share the pain with I write to feel alive So that I can say what I want withou...
