He had eyes like caramel, soft and golden. They shone in the sun and glowed in the dark.
And I stared into them for so long eventually I became stuck, never wanting those caramel eyes to fade.
But my wish was not granted, as after they had glimmered for so long with tears, they dulled and became a pale dusty brown.
They weren't bad, they just weren't him anymore.
How I long for those caramel eyes.
6.12.15
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The little things
PoetryThis is compilation of little poetry things. Highest in poetry (what's hot) #52 #8 in poetry undiscovered/up and coming Contains strong language. © all rights reserved If you find these poems have been copied or translated without my permission or c...
