His eyes were blue.
You could stare at them for hours and see a rainbow of colors swirling within.
His eyes were mesmerizing; getting lost in them was far too easy.
You could see the ocean in his eyes, the way they shine just like the water does as the sun sets.
You want to jump into the sea of his eyes and see the world from his point of view.
If you look into those blue eyes you’ll see a whole new world, one so beautiful and magical you never want to leave.
So you never look into them to begin with.
All you see is that his eyes are blue, for if you look any deeper you will drown.

~ j.l.

I met her in November.
The icy air seeped into my exposed skin.
While I waited for my emerald-eyed girl.
Footsteps sounded down the stairs-
she stepped outside.
Her smile blinded me.
“Charlie!” her voice rang out.

She wore a yellow sweater, oxford heels, and the ugliest pair of Mom jeans.
She was captivating.
Her eyes reflected the light from the porch-
she took my hand in hers.
The warmth of her skin-
melted the icicles from my fingertips.

She was the sun.
And I miss her warmth.