Perform

Your eyes fill me with conquests of metaphor;
but in the mirrors gaze, I see my eyes faded grey.
We are different—too different you and I.
We can never meet; never will our worlds collide.
Your world is yellow, while mine is faded grey.
We are different—too different you and I.
You are only a dreamer; I live my life gifted.
When you smile; I watch with my eyes, faded grey.
We are different—too different you and I.

        DannYetman

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