The time stops
The wind blows
And you stand there
Your hazel eyes catching the sun
Catching my eyes across the room
They sparkle with newfound emotion
Something raw like the brown depths in them
Or something newfound
Something blooming
Like the green sparkles that they carry
I don't know anymore if this is just me
Or you, or us
But I found myself thinking about you
Your eyes
The kindness that they hide
My heart raced at the though of you
Maybe...
Just maybe...
This is how love is supposed to feel like
If it is
Then please, don't wake me up
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC
The time stops
The wind blows
And you stand there
Your hazel eyes catching the sun
Catching my eyes across the room
They sparkle with newfound emotion
Something raw like the brown depths in them
Or something newfound
Something blooming
Like the green sparkles that they carry
I don't know anymore if this is just me
Or you, or us
But I found myself thinking about you
Your eyes
The kindness that they hide
My heart raced at the though of you
Maybe...
Just maybe...
This is how love is supposed to feel like
If it is
Then please, don't wake me up
