your red and fiery eyes
mix wit my cold, blue ones
and they create a purple just as royal as you
but purple isn't your colour
(it clashes with your eyes)
so you leave
and now they're back to being crystal
but i wish they were as fiery as you
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things