I don’t know

If there is one thing

I can thank

For getting me through life

I can thank all the people who

Stood beside me

I would hate me too

I would hate the way

I talk a lot

When I’m with people

Who I like

I would hate my constant

Chattering

So much

That I’d leave me me on read too

I would hate the way

They say the eyes

Are the windows to the soul

Stained glass

Of brown and green and blue

I look into her eyes

The eyes that match the color