The eyes of an angel,
So blue and deep,
like an infinite ocean,
Constantly falling.
If I could to turn,
To see admiration in those pupils,
Could I taste,
The fruits of heaven.
Author notes
I wrote this a few weeks back when i was lusting after this guy on my track team. I often feel this way, because I'm a hopeless romantic, who has a lot to give...but nobody seems to want what I'm willing to give. Meh...
Is anyone else as hoplessly romantic?
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maow...wonderful piece. people often say that they get lost within my eyes because theyre a deep blue wierd i know i dont understand it even my best friends dad stared at them for a good five minutes...anyways flowing from the eyes of an angel down to the fruits of heaven arnt they one in the same? i mean the most beautiful part of any heaven are the people in it isnt it? good job.
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jaded teardrop
I remember this poem!... It has a lot of depth to it... Nice!!
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