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Your eyes are a forest; Deep pools of green. I try to navigate through, But always become lost. I cannot find my way out, And would not if I could. The tall, green pines shade me. Always protecting me. Keeping me safe; secure. I feel them watching, No matter where I turn. No escaping them. They go on for eternity. Never ending forest. Watching. Always waiting. Patient and wise. The forest is a doorway, A secret keeper, a home. I see myself, enveloped in the green. This is where I belong. I fell in love with the trees. I fell in love with the green. I fell, but I don’t mind, because Your eyes are a forest.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
They Call Me Jane
Your eyes are a forest; Deep pools of green. I try to navigate through, But always become lost. I cannot find my way out, And would not if I could. The tall, green pines shade me. Always protecting me. Keeping me safe; secure. I feel them watching, No matter where I turn. No escaping them. They go on for eternity. Never ending forest. Watching. Always waiting. Patient and wise. The forest is a doorway, A secret keeper, a home. I see myself, enveloped in the green. This is where I belong. I fell in love with the trees. I fell in love with the green. I fell, but I don’t mind, because Your eyes are a forest.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
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