Prophecy Eyes

My eyes, like twinkling stars.
Unlike my mothers mossy green eyes, fathers lamp eyes, and sisters hazel eyes,
Ive been blessed with the gift of uniqueness, the power of beauty and destruction.
"A blue eye is a true eye" as said by William R. Algner
"Beeeaaaa- utiful, with a tiny twist of lavender" said my sweet little green eyed Grandma.
I stand out from my family.
I maintain the color of the sky, the sparkling waves at the pool adn the winter-y moon on a cold night.
I.AM.ME.
unlike the twistedness of my daddy, calmness of mom, or craziness of my little sister, but pure and perfect like my blue.
It holds the power of me, locked deep and far inside.
just look past the pain and loss and it will turn into something beautiful, perhaps white doves, or pink stringy pearls.
My windows to the soul.
With my eyes, I hold the power,
the power of me, of who I am.
You gotta learn howta read me.