My Descriptive writing pieces

Brown eyes

She focused on his eyes, which were darting back and fourth, shining in the sunlight. They were a deep, earthy brown - the color of the earth after torrential rains. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny being examined in the warmth next to powerful flames that were licking the safety glass door of an old fireplace. They held secrets, the same way a pot holds layers of deep soil- cradling- because it is essential to keep the plant safe. The roots are held in place the same way his dark, liquidy eyes held so tightly onto his secrets.

Her eyes tried to grasp on to what things he's seen but are unable to due to the transparent force field protecting them, causing her grasping stare to slip. Intriguingly, his pupils kept changing in size, as if they were communicating with her and that there's a message behind them. All she could do was stare and smile, hoping that his secrets would flood out to her because not only is there beauty in those brown honey eyes but also the shallow scars of pain. She wants to help, support and let him know that she's here for him without having to say a single word. Actions can speak louder and be more meaningful than words...