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…
I'm not meant to fit in
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I’m not meant to fit in.
Fitting in has had me dancing to many fiddlers tunes,
led me down strange and alien alleyways
writing stories of someone els...
1 day ago
memories are the sweetest and the things that bring memories are precious
ReplyDeleteI love this little poem! :D
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