my favourite colour
is brown eyes.
their hue could tell more
stories than ever imagined.
the sorrow they were capable
of holding
brought me to tears
even if i didn't feel their pain.
the love they showed
and the darkened lust
filled my stomach
with a stampede of butterflies.
-he had brown eyes
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poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
