Not only do they see
Or make life so interesting
Their also a way of showing yourself to some one
The colours of the texture
Sometime their too dark or too light
But sometimes their unique
Unique in a good or bad way
But the way I’m talking is good
Yours are something I have now words for
It’s not the colour
Or maybe it is
I don’t know
It seems to be something from a movie
Your eyes aren’t of this world
That are magical.
Sadly you aren’t mine
And sadly I’m too far away for me to express my feelings
Although we are in the same building
It’s a maze to get to your heart.
But that’s another story
A different story.