By Bluegrass

[CRNDLSM]

Nestled in freckles,
my pocket eyes are green
Mom told me, some colors
Are made for reading
not changing 
words it seems to want a larger break here
but I can’t help it, the repeat of but I think would work better without 'it' (weak pronoun)
but slip over pebbles
 like how that river did you mean to indent here? Give it some more space
makes an ocean
by the tune of bluegrass

I was 5 years old once
I took a knife and was
an etch in a cedar sapling
Now I drag my pinky
In those ridges until
My hands realize
the nickname only
dad remembers okay definitely much more effective this whole stanza

In green I spent
A lifetime
Or 5 minutes
Truth is a heartbeat
because turning 6 feels like 
the end
and an escape
that will never
ask you when

It's almost a different poem, might I ask why you abandoned the centered format? Just looks? This does read much better,