You weep at the green in my eyes. You question the glass that coats the iris. But you will never change... You will never change your presence to mellow the lime that stings the cuts tainting my soul. But you dare. You dare to reminisce with me, our love... The love that has splashed the most earthly of colors into the windows of my being. I wanted the Rose, you wanted my heart... But until the day my name is true...just call me Miss Green Eyes. ^^My eyes get really green when I'm sad...and only my ex knew that at the time. So there ya go. Hope you enjoy it.
i thought that was awesome. when i used to write poems, i'd write like this. but not as good! i like the last two lines
This is lovely. Some soft, gentle lines that, upon second inspection, are made of steel. Very understated but full of power. I hope you'll post more. I wanted the Rose, you wanted my heart... I love that line!
