Green Eyed
The dull thud in my head, it tells me that I’m dying
And that look in your eyes, it tells me that you’re lying.
Oh, but your eyes are hazel and green,
With a lustre that rivals the holly leaves.
And those eyes, they too are of evergreen,
But mine are the grass and soon lose their sheen.
Copyright © Ashley Poort | Year Posted 2011
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