Do you know that you will never find a pair of brown eyes like hers in any other girl, no matter how long you search?
Do you know that those sweet brown eyes held more love and wonder than you will see put together in your life time?
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You won't remember that my eyes or brown
Or my favorite colors.
You won't remember my middle name.
You won't remember the little details that are atoms, a part of the mass that makes up who I am.
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Before you left, There was a fire inside her,
And in the sunlight her brown eyes would change
from chocolate to Amber
and the patterns that danced beneath her blinking eyelids
reminded you of tree trunks
And the breeze gave life
to her wild brown curls,
lifting them gently before they settled again.
Her smile was like the moon at night, and it glowed softly,
full of wonder.
-there is a fire inside of her, and a fire left unattended will burn out or grow.
And she will not burn out.
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Fate, Boys, and Other Lies I've Believed
Poetryhere's a collection of what are hopefully my least shitty writings and maybe you will like a few If you could smell what I write, I would hope that you would smell the ocean air and the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the summer evening air. If you...
