Blue skies, brown eyes
What we look up to
By Omari White-DaleyPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Azrul Aziz on Unsplash
Blue eyes or blue skies
Looking right back into me
I Wonder how deep
They think I can really be
I wonder if at all they even really try to see
But All that you can see
The subtle differences between you and me.
Even though I drown
Theyre still scared
Theyll hear me on the waves
I've been up and down
And in, out the maze
I can't fall over
Ive been screaming out for days.
Bubbles make you all skip over
How come we only let the truth come out when we're so far from sober
When you say the truth outloud whys it feel so strange
Still I stay staring at the future
That distant mountain range
I've had to climb again
just so I an claim
That I'm free
But still you only see the brown in me


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