Ocean Eyes
It is not the way I look at you.
It is not the make up applied to my face.
Instead you float,
Lingering,
On a genetic glazed gaze.
They all stop and stare
At "flawless" eyes-
Ocean eyes-
Swimming through a crystal sea
Made of ice, tears, and fresh blue skies.
They look back at me with muddy eyes and grass green eyes.
I can not help what they look like.
I did not ask for this.
But I am thankful for ocean eyes.
Something that is flawless without hiding behind make up.
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