a life in words

brown eyed guy

you used to ask what I always wrote about,
and why I was always so in my head at 2:58 am,
and so I let you in,
into this world of words that I usually hide,
behind the mask and the facade of lies,
you scoffed that I quite often wrote about blue eyes,
but when I look into your brown ones,
I'm quite often at a loss of words,
it is so easy to write about the guys with blue eyes,
the ones who have led me on and broken my heart,
the ones who were always there, but they just weren't my one,
I always have words about them,
but the brown eyed guys,
the ones like you,
they are still a mystery,
and phrases to describe you suddenly become foreign to my tongue,
like any description suddenly only makes sense in French,
so forgive me for not writing more about your kind brown eyes,
and the subtle crack in your teeth,
because poetry from me is usually dark and deep,
but you are not that,
you are light and easy,
and my words don't yet know how to comprehend this.