Blue eyes please look at me,
Cause I'm standing here hopelessly.
Wishing for a second chance;
Praying for a sideways glance.
Unable to look in them without pain.
Terrified I never will again.
Blue eyes, I know how well you lie.
Cut out my heart and leave me to die.
Divert your glance to avoid seeing my face.
As I write poems about a boy named Chase.
Everything said in them is true,
And not quite ironic that the name belongs to you.
You chose the wrong heart to break.
The sparkle I saw in those blue eyes is fake.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
Blue eyes please look at me,
Cause I'm standing here hopelessly.
Wishing for a second chance;
Praying for a sideways glance.
Unable to look in them without pain.
Terrified I never will again.
Blue eyes, I know how well you lie.
Cut out my heart and leave me to die.
Divert your glance to avoid seeing my face.
As I write poems about a boy named Chase.
Everything said in them is true,
And not quite ironic that the name belongs to you.
You chose the wrong heart to break.
The sparkle I saw in those blue eyes is fake.
This was about a boy....
