My Eyes
My eyes of multiple blue;
they love to look at you.
My eyes change with every mood;
They are dark with an angry tude.
Light when I'm in the mood;
and medium at the start of every feud.
There have been times when they have turned black;
the times when people try to jump my back.
I've been told they turn devilish red;
It just depends how the light hits my head.
But no matter what the color of my eyes;
they are beautiful even when I am shy.
I love my eyes of multiple blue;
They have seen everything I have gone through.
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