And one thing that i will never forget
Is how, when looked at properly
I observed the nebulas that were your eyes
And i was never particularly fond,
Of brown
But your eyes
The way you looked at me
Satisfied every chocolate craving i will ever dream of having
Since then
Brown has become
My favorite color
They always tell you
How blue eyes sparkle
They must have never seen
How yours turn to lighthouses
Strong enough to guide ships home
From miles away
When you share your hopes and dreams
But ******* if mine don't shine
When you tell me you dreamt of me
They never tell you
How dull blue eyes can be
They must have not have seen
The glazed over, almost dead, look
In my eyes
When you chose her
Over me
Maybe it's the tears
Brimming my eyes just seconds
Before spilling over
That they saw
And described the way the sunlight
Glistened on them
But I doubt that my eyes
Will ever sparkle again
Or light up
The way yours do
When you talk about her