Shaded Eyes
Eyes with shades hard to describe.
Could you say that those crystal eyes be gray?
Gray as how?
Gray like ash or perhaps,
Not even gray but silver
Silver sparks setting those eyes ablaze.
Or could they be an ocean-blue,
The tide spewing forth great and mighty waves?
But blue? What does it say?
Blue, rich, and royal
Or soft and silent blue, like a baby's blanket?
Or should they not be blue, but green!
Green like olive or pine trees!
or green like brilliant emeralds?
What green could you describe them to be?
Or could they be
A silvery shade of gray, a sky-like blue, and a subtle green;
All three with small flecks of gold,
Bright y
I write of life, happiness, and falling in love.
The beautiful singing of a mourning dove.
I write of joy, laughter, fear and pain.
The falling snow, breezing wind and beating rain.
I write of desolate poverty and extreme wealth,
diseases that kill people and those in good health.
I write of colorful sunsets and sparkling stars.
Floating hot air balloons and convertible cars
Of these things I like to write,
They are my dreams
And they come every night.
Shaded Eyes
Eyes with shades hard to describe.
Could you say that those crystal eyes be gray?
Gray as how?
Gray like ash or perhaps,
Not even gray but silver
Silver sparks setting those eyes ablaze.
Or could they be an ocean-blue,
The tide spewing forth great and mighty waves?
But blue? What does it say?
Blue, rich, and royal
Or soft and silent blue, like a baby's blanket?
Or should they not be blue, but green!
Green like olive or pine trees!
or green like brilliant emeralds?
What green could you describe them to be?
Or could they be
A silvery shade of gray, a sky-like blue, and a subtle green;
All three with small flecks of gold,
Bright y
I write of life, happiness, and falling in love.
The beautiful singing of a mourning dove.
I write of joy, laughter, fear and pain.
The falling snow, breezing wind and beating rain.
I write of desolate poverty and extreme wealth,
diseases that kill people and those in good health.
I write of colorful sunsets and sparkling stars.
Floating hot air balloons and convertible cars
Of these things I like to write,
They are my dreams
And they come every night.
because if i loose... I always get the weirdest shit... like right now my skype name.....
"Sir Badass Archimedes Jawsington von Cuntdestroyer"
I... I don't even want to explain because holy shit....
I don't like bets but if someone puts a wager down I can't refuse. UGGGGHHHH WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!
Also I feel i've ticked everyone off.... :T
I can no longer think of titles! YAYYYY. Also random Feferi quirk... asdfghjkl My brain is so clouded lately so... yep.
I guess I can talk just a tiny bit.
Got to love Seasonal Depression. Spring, Summer all fine and dandy.
Fall, Winter all hell breaks loose. And I like the fall-winter seasons. Except for the random mood swings like a hormonal pregnant woman. I'm not even kidding. That's how bad my depression is. I absolutely hate it. So if I ignore you it's never on purpose. It never will be. I always love talking to you all.
Another thing, my mother is yelling once again. Thank god it hasn't gotten physical (yet) in a while but she's bl