I look in the mirror and the only thing I see, is my father's eyes staring right back at me
The waves of cold ice blue, light in its depth but deceitful in truth, words strong in my head a story my once father knew
Eyes of a heritage we no longer belong to settled like my eyes gypsy blue
I've never met my father but there's one thing I know My eyes are his eyes I'm his blood down to the bone
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Work in progress but I really like this one
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My Sea Of Poems
PoetryJust some things I work on not professional in any way shape or form, let me know what you think. These poems are quite personal to me and I do warn you things do get a little deep sometimes.
