of all those visions
that i recall
do you know what hurts
what hurts me most of all
was that day your blue eyes
the day your blue, blue, blue eyes
cried in the rain
we would never be the same
the finest china blue eyes
your lovely, lovely blue eyes
crying in the rain.
- Author: dusk arising ( Offline)
- Published: July 9th, 2019 01:12
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
Very emotive write.
A fine write dusk. I'm not a blue-eyed boy for nothing! I'm not in the rain - I'm indoors! heehee.
Lovely piece of verse dusk.
you paint a pretty picture here with colours running down cheeks
mainly blue as may be expected.... N
I can just imagine the scene....nice write!
Real tears flowed down with droplets of rain, yet they left their own impression.
Aww sad memory, regretful vibes portrayed so poetically wow. Men are more likely to make women cry than vice versa ah. Kudos.
Would you pls pleez give your thoughts/ comments on my newest poem too?
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