My eyes are brown, like molasses.
Or cinnamon...
It depends how the sun shines.
They are not bright.
They do not glimmer.
They are not oceans or stars or green like emeralds.
My eyes are brown, like a deer's.
Big and round...
They are innocent and can't scare anyone.
They are warm.
The sun turns them molten.
They are kind and soft.
I wish I had blue eyes...
To pierce into the minds of others and leave my impression.
To be memorable for the brightness in my face.
To be feared for the fury in my gaze.
I wish I had blue eyes...
So I could be part of the "pretty" club.
So I had an entire section of adjectives to describe them.
So I was special.
But I have brown eyes, and that will have to do.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
My eyes are brown, like molasses.
Or cinnamon...
It depends how the sun shines.
They are not bright.
They do not glimmer.
They are not oceans or stars or green like emeralds.
My eyes are brown, like a deer's.
Big and round...
They are innocent and can't scare anyone.
They are warm.
The sun turns them molten.
They are kind and soft.
I wish I had blue eyes...
To pierce into the minds of others and leave my impression.
To be memorable for the brightness in my face.
To be feared for the fury in my gaze.
I wish I had blue eyes...
So I could be part of the "pretty" club.
So I had an entire section of adjectives to describe them.
So I was special.
But I have brown eyes, and that will have to do.
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