I get it a lot of the time.
my eyes are blue.
as pale as the sea,
woken far from beyond.
piercing deep within my soul
I am stuck in time travel
paused every minute
questioned every second
admired as the daisy blooms
glared while chasing the bus.
My eyes weep,
like everybody else.
I am human not some creature
stared upon.
shimmering and glittering
it flows as brightly as
sun reflection on water.
My eyes rest,
uncertain for a new day ahead.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 5:22 AM UTC