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Blue

 His eyes were blue.  I've romanticize those electric eyes he's got.  His eyes were the sea I was swimming in, crashed into me like waves, and I drown in his eyes like the ocean.  I bet girls won't ever see, he's the Santa Cruz ocean at night when no one's around.  Irrational?  Maybe, but who knows? 

All I know is, his eyes are blue with that hint of blue green surrounding his pupil and when they're looking back at me, I can tell he's falling because, his smile has those eyes curling up slightly.  I crave those lips to kiss me because, that moment he came around, introduced himself with the reject style, kissing him, oh god, I wouldn't ever stop. 

His eyes are blue electric and before him, red was my color.  The deep red of my heartbeat with passion.  He's some fancy sunset that every girl want to capture.  Now, blue has caught my eye and became my favorite.  I won't ever tell him, he's a deep orange of a sunset that won't set an that's a reason I hope makes him blush. 

His eyes are blue.  If he walked into a room, down those late night streets, my eyes would always find him.  He's become a part of me that won't ever be removed no matter who walks in or out of my life. 

I'm not really into eye contact, I hardly ever liked it, but when someone asks personal things, eye contact turns into me looking at floor, but god, I could look in those blue eyes of his till mine dry and become hollow.   But lately, I realized, his giggle was the adorable kind where, he covers his mouth or tries to hide it and his heart shines in his eyes. 

His eyes are blue electric, and I know we both have gone to disconnection, but my blue eyes keep searching for you and always will.  Sometimes, I find myself wondering if his child will end up with those blue electric eyes. 

His eyes were blue and since he walked away, I can't help but, miss him.

Copyright © Stevie Yost | Year Posted 2015

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