when i look
into his emerald eyes
i see a vast ocean
of colors that dont exist
when i look
into her hazel gray eyes
i see a road with a fork
that leads the same way
when i look
into his brown eyes
i see a beacon of light
a child's eyes;
when i look
into their amber eyes
i see the cunning
analyzing me head to toe
when i look
into my mahogany eyes
i see nothing
a void.
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 9:54 AM UTC
when i look
into his emerald eyes
i see a vast ocean
of colors that dont exist
when i look
into her hazel gray eyes
i see a road with a fork
that leads the same way
when i look
into his brown eyes
i see a beacon of light
a child's eyes;
when i look
into their amber eyes
i see the cunning
analyzing me head to toe
when i look
into my mahogany eyes
i see nothing
a void.
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