Green

[dahow13]

I haven’t decided if this one is finished yet or not, but I thought I would go ahead and post it anyway.


I noticed her eyes green like glass.
A tall blonde with class,
Underneath the overpass.
Without a sense of danger
She approached a stranger.
Not seeing what was concealed
Until it was revealed.
The last sight seen,
With her eyes of green,
Will remain a mystery it seems.
But in the darkest of dreams
I hear not her screams,
But see the look of surprise 
In the greenest of eyes.
Disturbing my sleep, 
I awake and weep.
Eyes red and wet,
I’m filled with regret.
 

I really like the story that you put forth with your poem. I was a little confused by the rhyme scheme, I read it with a playful cheerful tone.  I don't know if that is intentional or if that is just how I interpreted it. I hope this helps.