Coincidences don't ExistA Poem by John Byrd
No Fear. Full Trust.
Her eyes are what he loved. Sometimes green. Sometimes blue. But they never made me blue. They were green to remind me How she treated me like an emerald. As if I were her king and her my queen. Both serving each other out of love. Pure unselfish Humble love. Then they would turn blue to remind me How she calmed me down. Blue is the color of the seas. All my pain pooled into her seas. I am at ease and comforted I know everything is going to be okay Because of her. Coincidences don't really exist. We just have to find the reasons For every event. I think I found the reason why. They change to remind me of The spell she has on my heart. Something no one else could cast And more absolute than any other. © 2014 John ByrdFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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