Oh how I love staring
at those beautiful brown eyes.
The ones that survived
Many sleepless nights,
The ones that experienced
The most painful cries,
The ones that cannot
Hide lies,
The ones that light up with
Every fake smiles,
The one that I adored from miles.
Those mysterious pools of honey;
Slowly drowning- makes my heart
Feel fuzzy.
Staring at them feels bittersweetly lovely.
But, even though those pools are filled with ice,
I still love staring at those mesmerising brown eyes.
