Your blue eyes wash
over my soul,
stopping my heart,
mid-rhythm.
I try to forget you
but I cannot seem
to shake the thought
that you care.
I wonder why you
let her control you
like her own personal puppet,
instead of a boyfriend.
Be free, Pinocchio.
Don't you know
you're a real boy?
You have a beating heart
and free will.
Make the choice;
communicate with me.
There is only so much
you can say
with your eyes.
~Chelsea DeVries~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem