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On that summer morning when we first met, It was a normal day turned into a special one. How I stumbled and saw your silhouette, Shifted my eyes towards you to see who was this person who made me run. That was when I saw them, Those beautiful, beautiful eyes! Perfect and pretty at the same time, They felt like knives piercing through my heart. They were an amalgamation, A puzzle of colours. The first one I could decipher, Was green, as sharp as a needle pricking my skin. Green seeped into the iris, Like water gushing into a dry lake. It gave life to his eyes, The way they danced in delight. Then came brown, with small specks of grey, And a small black pupil. It felt like staring at an ocean and watching the sun drown in it, Like a million seas had come together to this one beach. The brown resembled the sand, The green and grey took shape of the water. The black pupil, was more like a reflection, Of someone in the sea. That was when I fell for them, Their depth and their shine. The way they danced off the sunlight, It felt almost too good to be right.
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
Those eyes
On that summer morning when we first met, It was a normal day turned into a special one. How I stumbled and saw your silhouette, Shifted my eyes towards you to see who was this person who made me run. That was when I saw them, Those beautiful, beautiful eyes! Perfect and pretty at the same time, They felt like knives piercing through my heart. They were an amalgamation, A puzzle of colours. The first one I could decipher, Was green, as sharp as a needle pricking my skin. Green seeped into the iris, Like water gushing into a dry lake. It gave life to his eyes, The way they danced in delight. Then came brown, with small specks of grey, And a small black pupil. It felt like staring at an ocean and watching the sun drown in it, Like a million seas had come together to this one beach. The brown resembled the sand, The green and grey took shape of the water. The black pupil, was more like a reflection, Of someone in the sea. That was when I fell for them, Their depth and their shine. The way they danced off the sunlight, It felt almost too good to be right.
m-s-ananya
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m-s-ananya
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
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