Dark eyes, long hair, proud of familia and roots.
Tattoos claim the city with the golden bridge.
Why you? So strange when these eyes only sought green or blue,
uninked, milky skin, and hair of gold.
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it sounds very much like a journal entry... real life written down in verse... very 'real'.. thx
Jarea has got it right, I can see that you are educated by the grammar and punctuation; also you do know that each line of poetry begins with a capital unless using affectation. Very few know that on this site. A journal entry, yes, and yet the staccato lines open it to the reader. Read mine –I Cannot Return – Adeline