The bus was crowded and I didn’t have time. You crowded me further with your pink eye. You told me that you could change your eye color at will. I didn’t believe you. I watched from the bus window as you walked to your door. Your house was dark. The steps were old and wooden. Your house had broken walls. Now you’re gone and I still don’t know if you changed your eye color.
mtaggartwriter 
It was that look you gave me when you turned to say goodbye
I knew then what first attached me to you
It was those green eyes
They haunt me in my sleep
I know now why I miss you so
As the bus pulls slowly away
How’s tricks
Hope all is well
As always Sheldon
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Oddly I wrote this in memory of a young girl I once knew. I learned she passed on a few nights ago. We rode the school bus together and she often claimed her eyes changed color at will. What I noticed was that her eyes had a pink’ish to them and she never looked well. She had a very hard life. I hope she’s resting easily now.
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I wonder if she knew than what she lived now
Sadness lives in the eyes of those who know life
Maybe she needed to have someone to hold but had none
I pray she now is in peace
And her eyes see what they didn’t see than
As always Sheldon
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I’m sure you’ve seen eyes like hers. It’s a walking sadness. I do hope she’s resting peacefully now.
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