Theyr'e not blue His eyes, and They aren't green.
They change all the time. I hate it.
I hate that I can't say exactly what they are.
But I love that when I close My eyes over, and picture His smiling face.
I can see exactly what colour They are.
Wild and Happy.
He's so tall too, so tall and smart. His clothes always smart and His car never clean. White teeth, white white teeth that make mine seem yellow and dull.
Strong arms and curly hair. He's just so tall.
And He surprised He. He just turns up to see Me. To watch me dance around and feel a fool. He wants to be proud of Me. Like I am of Him when He plays, when He runs and trains hard. Smiling and chatting. He seems so pleased.
Dancing around tesco and sleeping in till 12.
We like to show each other off.
We like to be a We.
I wish I could show You all the colours that I see.
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