C-L-S

My friends are all getting old

Getting their permit

License

Their own car

Getting boyfriends, girlfriends

Getting jobs

Time wasted away

On small,

Trivial things

I only have one life

And no way

To undo the things

I’ve already done

My face is a mix of my parents'

I have my dad's eyes

And hair

I have my moms features

And skin tone

But it all pulled together

To make my face

My face with brown hair and eyes

Pink lips

If your eyes were the ocean, I'd swim in them.

If they were the sky, I'd fly in them.

Collecting crystals as blue as your eyes,

I wonder what I could see inside?