What Color Were Her Eyes?
I’m sorry I don’t remember
They always seemed to change
Blue, Green, and even Ember
Different shades of each month
The first, leaves of September
Sometimes misty orange
Like pumpkins in November
But in the end they froze
White flakes just like December
I made them cry, a curse
Be all my sins remembered
Look past the eyes, search deeper
They’re windows to the soul
Cut all your ties it’s cheaper
Burn the fuel like coal
Reach for the skies, climb steeper
Mountain peak’s the goal
It’s time to rise my keeper
Change; a sight to behold
Say your goodbyes, hear the reaper
We’re all worth more than gold
About the Creator
Chris Davis
My mind drifts like the rivers of high Colorado and my heart lies in the arms of Mother Nature. My soul is tied to the strings of the universe and my energy flows to and from the consciousness around me.
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