A poem about something that means a lot to me.Dragon EyesI've always been told my eyes were like dragons, blue along the edges, green in the middle and dancing golds in the center. Each color is a gift from my parents my Dad's are green and gold while my Mom's are that cornflower blue, the kind you can stare at forever. But my eyes are like dragons, curling as they near the center glowing golden fire flowing from their ever hidden mouths. Sometimes my eyes are cat-like narrowing when I'm mad or peeved off about an event, yet widening when I am calm or still.Eyes like dragons that betray my every emotion tossing my heart on to the chopping block.My eyes that stand out clearly against the pale alabaster of my skin, set behind the dark sleepless shadows that ring them. These are my eyes.