They were pale blue,
a creamy blue shade.
Soft and warm as melting butter,
the color thick,
and lovely.
Feelings swam in those eyes,
and when they didn't,
There was always something else.
They were never empty.
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Those Eyes | A Poetry Collection ✔
PoetryI could write a million poems, about this stranger, with deep blue eyes, often messy hair, A tall figure, and an expressionless face. I could write, But I'm afraid to. Because it feels like if I start, It'll take forever to stop. *A poetry collecti...
