Curls
Blue eyes
Becoming green
A murmur in the morning
Escaping from the monitor
Forming into words and
Then into a book
As I wake up
I recognize it
Long limbs
Covered in birthmarks and
Bruises
And
The stories
Explanations
Monologues
Delivered
Stage left
Stage right
Center stage
Off stage
The smiles
Mocking
Caring
Needy
And
In those eyes
Sparkling
Green
With a lingering hint of blue
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So sweet! The blue eyes are mine! Now quick, write a love poem about me that this is tender. And don't include any veggies! :) Keep all of this up. I love every single one of them!
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