People always talk about blue eyes being the prettiest. Comparing the color to that of a sky or the waves crashing against a shoreline. Personally, I love green eyes. Nothing in the universe could be as close to the beauty of green eyes. It's as if they're a whole new world, a new landscape full of trees and green meadows with no ability to tell if you're ever finding your way out. And thinking about that adventure, makes you feel okay, as if being lost isn't always such a bad thing. Sure, a light blue or dark sapphire could be nice to see, but just taking a glance at a pretty evergreen-like mint or a jewel-like emerald could make my day a billion times better. Hell, even a nice pair of Hazel eyes filled with all of the above could be like heaven in a swirled vortex of beauty. So why stick to loving just one? Why just the sky when you could see a whole world inside their eyes.
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Colors
PoetryThis is a book in which I color your world. Most likely with blue, in which I take the saddest poems I've ever written and give them to you. Maybe with wonder since the meaning is up to you, maybe with shock after you see what's in store and maybe...
