Quick Poem: Olive Green Eyes

Sometimes I have to take pictures 

Pictures of my mind

Cause I look in the mirror 

And can’t recognize these eyes 

Stripped down and bare 

No glasses or make up 

Nothing to hide behind 

Fake smile and straight frizzy hair 

A girl with dreams and passion 

With anger and lies 

Who is she really?

A mother, a wife?

A sinner or a saint? 

She’s blonde and she’s blue 

She laughs and then cries 

She’s only but a girl 

With olive green eyes 

(P.s. I hate the spacing on here, can I fix that?)


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