Brown eyes

Those eyes. The ones you used to love the ones that lit up your soul. Are now dull and kill you. They are torture, when you look into them they aren't as clear as before. The are foggy and distant. All you can see is your self. The disappointment you are now. How they are bright and happy the love was ripped out and slowly you start to not recognize them how now they are just eyes in the crowd. They don't stand out they no longer get you comfort just sadness.