Looking at my reflection I stare into my light green, brown, and (somehow) light blue eyes. They are the one thing that I love about myself. I know that might sound a bit odd to some, but it's true.
When I first meet someone I love to study their eyes. It's not really about the color or shape, rather how often they blink. Can they hold eye contact during a conversation or do they look away? Are the eyes always shifting or do they hold a steady gaze? Are they fighting to stay awake or wide open gazing at the world before them?
Don't you see why I love eyes? They tell a lot about a person...
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
