Blue and green
Brown and green
So many different combinations
Yet so little difference
She is still caring, loving, and protective
Why did I become so blessed as to be able to know her?
Why am I the one she trusts more than anyone?
Why was I the one to fall the hardest for her?
It was her eyes
Those eyes
Those ****** eyes
They are the eyes of a shattered lover,
trying to rebuild themselves.
I know because I have seen them
In the mirror
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Blue and green
Brown and green
So many different combinations
Yet so little difference
She is still caring, loving, and protective
Why did I become so blessed as to be able to know her?
Why am I the one she trusts more than anyone?
Why was I the one to fall the hardest for her?
It was her eyes
Those eyes
Those ****** eyes
They are the eyes of a shattered lover,
trying to rebuild themselves.
I know because I have seen them
In the mirror
"She" is not a lover. "She" is my best friend of two years and closer than anyone else in my life right now. Though, her and I did grow to feel close affection at one point before finding others.
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