Blue eyes

 

She had blue eyes. Dark blue. Like navy.

 Like the deep dark depths of the ocean.

Like the sky when the moon is out.

They don’t have a little bit of green or yellow.

They are black in the night, and they don’t shine throughout the day.

 They stay the same.

 But she doesn’t complain.

 At the end we all want to be someone new.

She would probably hate them if they were brown too.



Автор и уредник: Ања Јовановска IX-4




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