Green Eyes

Not quite blue,

not quite green-

but somewhere glassy, 

foamy,

and in-between.

Nicotine dream 

believing your secret 

passwords, love letters, 

I'm keeping up in 

benzodiazepines. 

I am the lucky one, 

misfortune waning to 

nothing in someplace 

I'll never see, 

but we're both here now.

Reviews

[Revery]

I loved the subject and focus of this, takes the reader into a sweet personal place. The last stanza seemed to loss the rhythm though.

Keep going scarlynn, you have the depth, now sharpen your skill.