Self hatred

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You hated your eye colour,
Called it a dull and dirty brown, Wished for the deep blue of an ocean, Where admirers hearts would drown, And it pained me when I realised,
You'd never see it like I do,
The way your eyes hint at a story, That I want to read right through, They hold specks of stolen sunlight, That you'd miss with just one glance, And a depth of raw emotion,
That can freeze you in a trance, They're a fix of melted chocolate, When I'm craving something sweet, But hold a gaze that's so unwavering.
That I find it hard to meet, I fall right down the rabbit hole, When I look into your eyes,
The brown of earth's unfettered beauty,
That I yearn to memorise,
When I was tired of not belonging, They made me feel like I'd been found, And I hope you never say again, That your eyes are simply brown.
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~m.p.g✨

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