Her


The blue waves of the ocean are trapped in the eyes.
With every blink another wave crashes on the shore.
Her laugh is finding another harmony in a song that is truly bliss
She is not for everybody
Instead she is for me
Smart and witty, knows when to speak
While i keep on speaking out of turn
When I speak, i have no audience
But, when she speaks, the world is her audience
There is never a day that i am mesmerized by them eyes

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