I don't notice eyes.
Not really, atleast.
People say they're
The window to your soul
And they can be,
But the body tells so much more.
Not to mention,
That short people
Have to really stare up hard
To get a glimpse of a tall person's.
And when you stand real close,
Like I love to do,
You can't ever really
Get that good stare going.
So I get annoyed with friends,
When they ask me,
What color are his eyes?!
Cause if I like the guy.
I'm snuggled up close,
Not moving an inch away.
No matter if I can't see into his soul.
Cause I've got my window,
In is body.
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I really like yor writting style. I got a really good visual on everything you talked about, it was coolness. I think that short people should just cut tall people off at the knee, this'll make life for us much better anyway.^^
I like the concept of not needing to notice eyes buttt I am real short and I always notice tall guys' eyes, a lot of times even more so than I notice short guys'.
awesome! so true Im short! lol but i love my bf's eyes. haha oh well great poem!
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