Something Familiar
What color are your eyes?
What weights are they showing you bear?
Your tired eyes, they're piercing,
They're too heavy to offer self care.
You're exhausted, but need not rest,
Sleeping won't cure what's hiding.
Do my eyes offer yours comfort?
Do they warm you to confiding?
I know mine just as well,
I'm aware mine paint demise.
But I don't mind so still I ask,
What color are your eyes?
Copyright © Devin Croteau | Year Posted 2025
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