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Jan 17, 2010
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These Beautiful Blue Eyes.
Every time I cry it happens.
I cry to much and my eyes are stained.
Stained like the colors of my tears.
The same tears that are always falling.
Falling down my face.
Running down my cheeks and then to my chin.
Where they fall off and on to the floor.
The same tears that have made my eyes blue.
What a beautiful blue they have made them.
I just wish that I could have seen.
Seen what my eyes looked before.
Before my eyes were stained.
Stained this color.
This beautiful blue.
Like the color of the sky.
Or the color of the ocean.
I think that maybe if I stop.
I stop crying my eyes will go back.
Back to the way they were before all this happened.
The horrible things that happened.
But I can't take them back.
The memories are burned in to me.
With scars of broken dreams.
I cry to much and my eyes are stained.
Stained like the colors of my tears.
The same tears that are always falling.
Falling down my face.
Running down my cheeks and then to my chin.
Where they fall off and on to the floor.
The same tears that have made my eyes blue.
What a beautiful blue they have made them.
I just wish that I could have seen.
Seen what my eyes looked before.
Before my eyes were stained.
Stained this color.
This beautiful blue.
Like the color of the sky.
Or the color of the ocean.
I think that maybe if I stop.
I stop crying my eyes will go back.
Back to the way they were before all this happened.
The horrible things that happened.
But I can't take them back.
The memories are burned in to me.
With scars of broken dreams.
Comments
magics02
16 years 3 months ago
Oh my broken eyes
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
Thanks Mona
magics02
16 years 3 months ago
Not
Ian The Poet
16 years 3 months ago
I really enjoyed this,