I can't quite tell
what shade of blue
your eye is.
Storm blue, or
ice blue, or
sky blue, or
pale as snow blue.
I can't quite tell
what shade of green
your eye is.
Forest green, or
blue-green, or
hazel-green, or
pale as grass green.
And that is what makes you speacil.
Your diffrently colored eyes,
and i can't quite tell,
what shade they are.
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.
