There's this boy
with these brown eyes,
as deep as the forest,
yet not a drop of green in them.
There's this boy
with these brown eyes,
that melt into honey
when the sun shines upon them.
There's this boy
with these brown eyes,
whom he wishes
were blue as the ocean.
There's this boy
with these brown eyes,
which hold a million colors in them,
just as the sky holds a million stars
There's this boy
with these brown eyes,
which put to shame
any other color.
There's this stupid boy
with these stupid brown eyes
that makes me feel so stupid
for thinking green eyes were my favorite.
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My poetry book
Poetryso yeah, my poetry book. my thoughts and fears and hopes , everything's here, because writing seems to help me deal with my feelings. I am no poet and this is just a way I use to express my self, everyone has that. hope you enjoy my messy mind, ple...
