Your eyes; a soft hazelnut colour
tainted rich with flecks of brown.
They are the pool of amber in which
I drown in.
I look into your eyes, and feel the warmth
of a thousand hugs.
Your eyes are the comfort food to my should.
They have the ability to melt my heart.
Oh your eyes. those soft brown eyes.
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For All The Young People,, Poetry
PoetryA book strictly dedicated to poems. Poems by myself, others (given credit), and you, if you'd like to submit. If you would like to submit a poem, leave a post/comment down below or PM me. *Rules for submitting*: -Preferred to have a title, not nece...
