Blue

Most girls who are in love with a boy with blue eyes
compare them to the sky. 
Me included. 
But his aren't the kind that remind you of placid skies and sunshine. 
In his eyes, I see storm clouds and rain
and wind that rattle your house at 3 in the afternoon.
I see thunder and lightning 
and an inner storm that no amount of love could ever quell.
I don't see calm skies. 
It's be impossible to
with eyes like that. 

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