You said your eyes are blue as the ocean
And I cried.
You said your eyes are deep as they are blue
And I smiled.
You said your eyes are like Jamaican skies
And I remembered…
A Shift
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……and all of a sudden
it's not so easy, or appealing,
to fall back into old patterns,
old ways, old rhythms,
even when clad
as the ‘perfect solution’
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1 week ago
memories are the sweetest and the things that bring memories are precious
ReplyDeleteI love this little poem! :D
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