Your eyes are a hazel terrain
A land foreign like mars
With valleys and peaks
Of yellows, browns and greens
And hints of frozen oceans
Your eyes are the geography
Of somewhere hidden and forgotten
A place I am supposed to navigate
But love, I'm so bad with directions
So give me more time
I plead
You know I have a handicap
And I will keep on trying
To orient the map
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
Your eyes are a hazel terrain
A land foreign like mars
With valleys and peaks
Of yellows, browns and greens
And hints of frozen oceans
Your eyes are the geography
Of somewhere hidden and forgotten
A place I am supposed to navigate
But love, I'm so bad with directions
So give me more time
I plead
You know I have a handicap
And I will keep on trying
To orient the map
