I love her brown eyes!
Why?
I have always been told brown eyes were hideous in comparison to blue or green.
And I have always agreed, thinking my eyes were those of punishment, mud and dirt.
But then I feel in love.
Her eyes are by far one of my favourite things about her.
Her eyes are as sweet as chocolate.
Her eyes are the same colour as the earth where plants flourish.
I am overcome with happiness when she looks at me.
Her eyes more refreshing then my morning coffee.
GORGEOUS!!
I lose and find myself in those eyes, her eyes.
The eyes of joy and heart and love and beauty.
Now this is not to say blue or green eyes are hideous and vile but to say,
Brown eyes, her eyes and the most beautiful and welcoming eyes to see.
To witness,
To feel.
And that's why I love her brown eyes.
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Vent poetry
RandomThis is basically me getting out of hiatus and venting about like random things but I wanna make it sound cool. Also I will update whenever I have inspo which isn't all the time. Anyways good luck and enjoy my spelling. #45 angust #206 lust
