Your Eyes Poem by freda bishop
Your Eyes
here i sit
in my room
you walk in to talk
i saw your eyes
i couldnt talk
now i talk
you eyes are bloodshot
now wat to say
i say this aint right
i lost talkin to you
now here you are sober
you see your eyes clear
there like dimonds in a star
there so dang pretty
eyes as dark as the night sky
i fell cuz your eyes are tight
now one word to say
is piece to your eyes
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