Let's Call It Irrelevant.

Myself, discribing myself?

Her smile it shows nothing,

but her eyes they show the truth,

blue like the ocean of a tears shes cried,

but the smile remains the same,

so convinving so believeable the

keenest eye would assume happyness

but not me I see the truth.

I see them flash to grey,

when shes inibreiated,

I see them switch to blue,

when shes sees her own reflection,

I see them transform to green,

when she gets that genuine happy,

that one is sadly seldom,

leaving the color lingering in between blue an grey.

her lingering between sadness and madness.

Reviews

[samurai212]

good job :)