Eyes the color of brown bark,
Rough, hard, yet also loving.
They see past the outer me
Taking in every flaw,
Every uncertainty
Every mistake
Everything.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
Brown Eyes
Eyes the color of brown bark,
Rough, hard, yet also loving.
They see past the outer me
Taking in every flaw,
Every uncertainty
Every mistake
Everything.
