Those eyes were a mess of blue and grey,
each a light shade, filled with wonders,
and dreams.
And each of those dreams,
owned another light shade of blue,
so sometimes, they leaked out,
-the colors- and blended with the blue of the eye,
making it even more of a beauty,
each time.
And all the sad thoughts,
left tears that were grey in color,
so that everyone they were set free,
the grey would become more pale,
yet vibrant at the same time.
Those blue-grey eyes were a beauty,
not only because of the wonderful shades of colors,
but because of the thoughts and the dreams they held.
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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...
