No one ever notices my eyes.
They aren't green like the tides,
or a blue reflection of the sky.
They are dark hills of chocolate,
surrounded by tan skin.
My dark hair surrounds me
traps me,
I am locked in.
My soul is bright
full of laughter and spirit.
I scream so loud,
but no one can hear it.
I hide behind my brown eyes
The perfect cover, the best disguise.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
No one ever notices my eyes.
They aren't green like the tides,
or a blue reflection of the sky.
They are dark hills of chocolate,
surrounded by tan skin.
My dark hair surrounds me
traps me,
I am locked in.
My soul is bright
full of laughter and spirit.
I scream so loud,
but no one can hear it.
I hide behind my brown eyes
The perfect cover, the best disguise.
