My eyes where green since the day
I was born,
so why do I
feel sad and torn?
Because you told me
my eyes were blue,
yes big blue eyes
with green sprinkled through,
or maybe just baby blue.
Also I had a little birdy
on the outside on my lip
Asking too many questions
that were not hip.
Well, the one
question I didn't
ask in time,
'Are my eyes
Green or are you
playing with my mind?
It is sad,
because you controlled
my mind,
well this is the very
the very last time.
So I ask 'why,
why, why? '
I guess it doesn't
matter,
you will only lie.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 8,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem