Blue eyes

My eyes drift twords you without my knowing

Your voice is so soft its hard to hear

But it makes me want to hear more

quiet like falling snow.

Your blue eyes show a pain ive only ever seen in the mirror.

Your eyes pirce my very soul

never wavering

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