look at my blue eyes
the eyes that have seen too much
I think I’m thinking too much. maybe not
blue eyes misted over
tired, mortified, … beautiful eyes
that will never again gleam with hazel and gold.
blue bears my scars of my sorrow and dismay
but these heavy eyes love like none other
I see your blue eyes,
the same eyes that stare back at me in the mirror
it’s ok. keep your pretty blue eyes
we can grieve together.