Blue Eyes

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Water flows through the iris,

Tears like gold.

Inspires others

Eyes so cold.

Snow falls on her skin,

And heats up the heart,

Like a furnace in the cabin,

Needs no help,

Turning you to the gin.

Sharp as a dart,

Can pierce through skin,

Doesn't matter who,

Can can tranquillise anyone.

She's invulnerable to feelings,

Could humble a king.

Tosses lovers away,

Like nothing.

Who is this witch of the west

What does she want?

How many men to have kneel

before she's caught?

Created: Jun 05, 2017

Tags: poetry, love, rejection

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