I didn't care too much for brown eyes.
Then I looked into yours,
and everything came tumbling down.
The inescapable forces weighed down,
And I never knew I could fly.I look for that shade of brown in everything now.
I'll never find it unless I'm with you though.
I plan to fly for forever.
YOU ARE READING
What I Know to be True
PoetryA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.