They hated their eyes,
Called it dull and dirty,
Wished for the deep blue of a ocean,
Where lovers hearts would sink,
And it pains me when I realize,
You'd never see it like I do,
The way your eyes hit at a story,
That I want to read right through,
They Hold specks of stolen moonlight,
That you'd miss just one glance,
And a depth of raw emotion,
That freezes you in trance,
They're a fixed of chocolate,
When I'm craving something sweet,
But the gaze that is so unwavering,
That i find it impossible to meet,
I fall right down the hole,
When I look into those eyes,
The brown of soul undetected beauty,
That I yearn to see,
When I was tired of not belonging,
They make me feel alive,
And I hope you never say again,
That your eyes are just boring.
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PoetrySometimes at night, All we can do is lie there in bed and hope. Hope to fall asleep before we fall apart. ~KG Not for most readers reviewed by @RafealJeff
