your eyes were grey.
a color so rare that people
couldn't help but stare.
they weren't honey like
the golden brown many have.
or the forest green found
in the outskirts of town.
they weren't blue like the
sky that many find beautiful.
rather your eyes were the fog
after a stormy morning.
making the world seem still
and quiet against the roaring.
you gave grey a new meaning
as the color once appeared
dull, dark and numbing.
now it appears lively
and stunning in your eyes.
this is why i find myself
searching for your eyes
amongst the crowd.
your eyes were intense
showing a deeper emotion.
it surrounded me with serenity
something i usually only find
in the dead of night.
each hue in your eyes
creates a perfect scale of grey.
your eyes hold the power
of the sea storms and
smoke from raging fires.
much more powerful than
blue eyes that only hold the
calming oceans and rivers.
your grey eyes are living proof
that one does not need to see color to have that feeling of being alive, which is why you have a higher power that everyone else desires.
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What Keeps Me Up at Night
PoetryThis is a book filled with a whole bunch of poems that I wrote mainly at night hence the reason why I named it What Keeps Me Up at Night. These poems will be about love, heartbreak, trauma, anxiety, depression etc. Things that I have dealt with and...
