they fall out of their sockets
bleeding out what they've wrongly perceived.
they never saw me for what i held behind the icy blue.
staring into mine, they failed to see the innocence.
i possessed no power to shut mine,
and neither did those,
those piercing emeralds.
maybe thats what made me blind to love.
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