Could it be the way you stare at me when your mad
Or the look you give me when im next to you
Or is it the way the tears glistened in your eyes
When you were sad...
When i was with you, before we said our GoodByes...
I remember the last time i saw that look
I was looking down on you
You up to me
I miss those Pretty Green Eyes...
We made love and thats all i would see
Those Eyes piercing and hitting the back of mine
I thought we'd stand the test of time
But now im alone, No you just me
And i no longer see
Those Pretty Green Eyes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the intensity you have captured in this heartfelt write. 'Those eyes piercing and hitting the back of mine' - great line. Kind regards, Justine