I see
With my
Eyes
That hold
A mixture
Of green and brown
That will never be blue
That will never be
What I want them
To be
And yet
I still admire
Blue eyes
On others
As jewels
That I will never
Be able to afford
That I will never
Be able
To admire
As mine
Only as yours
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My Dark Poems
PoesíaJust some poems hope you can relate to them. Please comment and vote it means a lot thanks :)
