i, someone who in this world
is oblivious
to the little things,
now realised your eyes were my obsession.
we were put in a world full of guns, violence,
and visions of what was unrealistic.
your eyes created the way of existence..
into something worth living for.
your eyes gave my life purpose
and gave all the flowers, paintings, and stories vibrant colour.
eyes like yours were like forest fires,
in an everlasting blizzard.
it was an abyss of what were
now my favorite colors.
