blue eyes
when your eyes are free
like the ocean
where theyre always there for people
like the sky
where unshed tears lie awake; waiting
like the clouds waiting for the perfect time to strike eachother and let the
millions of teardrops fall
most blue eyes live in disguise
for theyre trying to hide; from the world
they look so happy but really, they just want to cry
and thats when the black takes over and the storm starts
you see sqiggly lines of white flashing across the middle of the ocean; then
the thunder, screams coming out of your mouth; the strike settles in and
someone gets hit; and the rain starts pouring down as fast as it can go; all
the tears acting as if theyre running a marathon
soon the storm will clear up after an hour or so
and you'll be fine for a while
and the blue comes back
back to the freedom
back to the beautiful ocean that pretends to hold happiness of dolphins,
fish and sharks
back to the pretty blue eyes
back to the fake you
 
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