it's sad
to think
that
people don't
appreciate brown eyes
that much
like they do others
people talk of sea deep
sky blue eyes
and cold dark
majestic gray and
the graceful green ones
but
they don't seem
to realize that
brown eyes
are the prettiest
in color
and in
all the ways that
it really matters
they may not
be your favorite
but
they're the most
beautiful and calm
and oh so
wise
they hold wisdom that
drops in drops
from the lashes that
are longer even then
the list of your regrets
and rest on cheeks
brighter than your future
they're the
most powerful
have you seen the
blazing fire of
anger in them
the soft yellow
in them
when sunshine
swims
in them
and the apple (green)
of these eyes
when they're sick
the worry you see
in the red that
flashes from them
the darkness that
spills from them
when they seem
to be black the
deepest darkest black
the blackest of blacks
as dark as your thoughts
and as black as your soul
when you thought they'd
love you forever
no matter what
you do but
you didn't know that
everyone has limits
and it's true those
pretty brown eyes they burn
themselves to ashes
while loving you
and what silky soft
ashes they are too
they melt in your mouth
when you cry
and so
try to respect and value
appreciate their love
because once these eyes
realize you don't know
what they'd do for you
after everything you still do
they'll turn b(l)ack
you'll never see the
whites in them again
they can give you life
soft enough to
drown it away
tough enough too
oh they're so brilliant
when they're sad
you see
that hazelnut brown
and you
drown
deep in the sorrow
they cry
like there's no
tomorrow but
oh God they're so
mind bending
you feel and experience
what they do
you read them
they're innocent
when they pretend
but dont even
try to think of
messing with them
they'll leave you
gasping
begging for death
yes they're bold and
strong and the beauty
they hold they can't
take it it's heavy
it takes hold of
anyone who looks
in through them
it's true
beauty is in
the eye of the
beholder
but only because
the eyes they're seeing
with their own
are so beautiful
they make the others
beautiful too
because beauty sees beauty
and appreciates it
you feel lost
looking in those
beautiful eyes
there's a tunnel behind
them and it ends in a
splash
a rainbow puddle of colors
they make you
want to stare in
them forever
they capture
your conscious you're
unconscious
what they do to
you these
pretty brown eyes
they make you
realize there's still
so much to see
so much beauty
in this world to behold
they make you want
to stay alive longer
these
pretty brown eyes

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dragonflies
Poesiathese are some of my poems. they're about human nature, the beauty of brown eyes, death, mental health and issues we all face.