Another day floats by
Where I sit and I talk
I do the same things
Despite the reoccurring mental block
Everything still remains grey
My lips turn into a frown
Until a thought crosses my mind
About a pair of peculiar eyes the colour of brown
Why do they look like that?
As soft as chocolate ice cream
The longer I stare
The more they melt with gleam
A little longer
And I see their smile
A little more
I know it'll be worth while
Their face flushes with colour
I admire the way they look
Before they swing their head away
And I turn my eyes back to my book
The memory repeats itself in my mind
Catching a glimpse of those brown eyes
The only colour I see in this grey reality
They oddly give me warmth like a sunrise
They cause my tummy to tickle
They bring shivers down my spine
I have this rare feeling
To make those peculiar eyes mine
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
