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If only I could put the corners of your eyes Into words They would be like The skin that sits on custard And crinkles Or they would be The shattering of sunlight Over leaf-spears That toy it apart into Forkfuls of sweet butter Or they would be The winkles around the heart Of a daffodil One day growing, The next dying But always yellow I don't much like the colour yellow But there's a richness to it And a glassiness And an optimistic up-swing That I see in the corners of your blue eyes If only I could put the corners of your eyes into words Because we've all sold out Of happy poems.
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
If only
If only I could put the corners of your eyes Into words They would be like The skin that sits on custard And crinkles Or they would be The shattering of sunlight Over leaf-spears That toy it apart into Forkfuls of sweet butter Or they would be The winkles around the heart Of a daffodil One day growing, The next dying But always yellow I don't much like the colour yellow But there's a richness to it And a glassiness And an optimistic up-swing That I see in the corners of your blue eyes If only I could put the corners of your eyes into words Because we've all sold out Of happy poems.
We've all sold out of happy poems All the new poems on my feed this morning Hated life And most of my own do to So Why not Try to amend this?
#eyes#hope#happy#optimism#yellow#cheerful#bright
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
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