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Behind Blue Eyes

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DespicableMe1

Published: Mar 12, 2015

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Behind blue eyes
Are bluer tears,
Are shadowed minds
And aching fears.

Behind blue eyes
Are sunken lies,
Are saddened thoughts
And final goodbyes.

Behind blue eyes
Is misery
And wishes one day
They might be free.

Behind blue eyes
Are broken hearts
That hope no more
To be torn apart.

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LadyMabelPines

Oct 27, 2015

So true but for me they are grey emotionless eyes longing to no longer be broken, rejected, and to have someone care. I can no longer cry though. It's sad because whenever I get hurt I have gotten to the point were I can say I'm used to it

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