Tenysha Thurman Poet Triolet

Blue Eyed Devil

What once was two created one
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
White to Black he never came back
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
One lost soul and Two Broken hearts
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
A Mother and Daughter, she's without a Father
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
Her mother tried but always cried
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
The Daughter was Strong, but it Always felt Wrong
He called me "His Blue Eyed Devil"
Her eye's turned Green, so very Keen
but She'll Always be his Blue Eyed Devil

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Carol Sunshine Brown February 22, 2012 at 7:28 AM I am stopping by to thank you so much for your kind comments on my poetry. I enjoyed reading yours today. Have a wonderful day and please continue sharing your poetry Tenysha. Love, Carol

Poet Destroyer A February 20, 2012 at 8:58 AM cool write have a nice day ~always *P.D.