everytime is like the first.
when i look into your eyes,
i get lost.
in the flickers of green towards the pupil,
and the endless blue sea surrounding.
i don't know what you see in mine,
the ever changing colors,
from green to gray to blue
to all of the above.
ever changing, like my personality.
you can tell a lot by someone's eyes.
their hopes and dreams,
regrets and lies,
what they despise,
and in reprise,
they will thrive,
and you can see it in their eyes.
-k.d.
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life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.