I don't get it,
Girl's fascination with
Colorful eyes
Brown eyes are the best,
To die for
And his are the best,
The way you could
Swim around and
Feel all his pain
And wish to take it away,
Or be the tears that fall
When he's laughing at a joke
The way his eyes sparkle
When he's happy
Or the way the has creases
Of worry etched into his face
His brown eyes are magnificent
And I don't know how to say
Sure green, blue, even purple
I guess they're all cool
But the one I love best
Is his.
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Beats For You
PoetryCollection of poems written at various times in my teenage years