The Blue Eyes - Poem by Amin Hosseinioun
The eyes, the eyes, the eyes...
piercing, pretty, and blue,
They are always there, maybe always have been,
on the new poster on the corner of theater crossroads,
in the depths of my bath,
carved in the ceiling at night
her eyes are there, so deep
that i would drown in their blueness like, like, like i don't know!
i am confused and ready to go deep.
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