The Bluest Eyes Poem by Juwon Daniel

The Bluest Eyes



The lonesome Texas sun was setting low;
And in the rearview-mirror I watched it go,
I can still see the wind in her golden hair;
I close my eyes - for a moment I'm still there.

The bluest eyes in texas are haunting me tonight;
Like the stars that fill the midnight sky, her memory fills my mind,
Where did I go wrong? Did I wait too long? Or can I make it right?
The bluest eyes in texas are haunting me tonight;
Another town, another hotel room,
Another dream that ended way too soon.
Left me lonely way before the dawn,
Searching for the strength to carry on,

The bluest eyes in texas are haunting me tonight;
For every heart you break,
You pay the price,
But I can't forget the tears,
In her blue eyes!

The bluest eyes in texas are haunting me tonight;
Like the stars that fill the midnight sky,
her memory fills my mind
Where did I go wrong? Did I wait too long? Or can I make it right?

Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Art
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