Blue eyes that shine the color of the ocean,
Beautiful eyes that glitter the color of the sky,
Expressive eyes that twinkle the color of Neptune.
I hate them.
They drown me in their ocean.
I hate them.
They stop me in their sky.
I hate them.
They trap me in their methane seas of Neptune.
They glance knowingly into unexpecting eyes,
They glare violently into enemy eyes,
They gaze compassionately into sad eyes.
I hate them.
These eyes of knowledge.
I hate them.
These eyes of violence.
I hate them.
These eyes of compassion.
Mis ojos azules.
Mes yeux bleus.
These blues eyes of mine.
I hate them.
So speak not of my eyes.
I hate them.
So speak not of your eyes.
I hate them.
So speak not
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Eyes of Blue
Revised
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I recently revised the above 'Eyes of Blue' poem, because I determined
that it did not convey my meaning. This one, on the other hand, does.
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Blue eyes that shine the color of the ocean,
Beautiful eyes that glitter the color of the sky,
Expressive eyes that twinkle the color of Neptune.
I hate them.
They drown me in their icy, heterogeneous waters.
I hate them.
They stop me in their oxygen atmosphere.
I hate them.
They trap me in their methane seas of Neptune.
Mis ojos azules.
Mes yeux bleus.
These blues eyes of mine.
They are like any other eyes, windows to the soul.
And still, they are given
meaningless,
insignificant,
hollow
compliments.
Compensation�?
Compensation for the hate shown to the snow white skin.
Compensation for the insults thrown at the golden wheat hair.
Compensation for the majority who has become the minority.
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