Eyes deep blue like the sea
Do they still care about me?
This picture perfect
All made of glass
Shattered too fast
Now I'm left with broken pieces
I try to look for the picture still
Instead I get cut by the sharp edges
Those memories are held against my will
But I'll make it work
I pick up the shards
And create something new
Before I know it I don't miss you
Once broken but together again
Someone new to call friend.
Eyes a vibrant green
They mended these broken seams.
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