The Most Beautiful Thing in My Mind.

Windows to His Soul.

9.27 am
He likes to write about eyes. I decided that maybe I should try.

His eyes were like black coffee in the morning, filled with sleepy yawns and cute sunrise croaks. Their almond shape framed his dark color, but when he laughs they turn into crescent moons, and hold all the stars captive within. If you're lucky, you can see the sunset inside. The light will hit them in just the right way, and suddenly it melts into sweet chocolate. Gold specks dance with cinnamon swirls and my world is complete. Sometimes I'll tilt his head up a bit so I can see the sunset myself.

Under the night sky, they're cold. Sharper than rocks along the shore that demolished ships. They cut through me. Although freezing, his eyes keep me warm. Eventually, I found myself falling...
Falling...
Falling...
Until I fell for him.