you hated your eye color,
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 realized
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'd you'd miss with just one glance,
and a depth of raw emotion
that freeze you in a trance.
they're a fix of melted chocolate,
when i'm craving something sweet,
but hold a gaze so unwavering
that i find it hard to meet.
i fall right down the rabbit hole,
when i look in your eyes,
the brown of earth's unfettered beauty
that i yearn to memorize.
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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Poetryshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
