my eyes are not blue,
they do not wash away your worries
in their soft ocean hue.
my eyes are dark brown,
and they carry the weight of the world
in their harsh earthy tone.
— heavy is the cost
i've never liked the color of my eyes. i used to compare myself. wish the color away. they aren't pretty and full of the ocean or the forest, they are dark, black and empty. they are a void of my worries, full of depression and broken dreams. i used to think no one could love such darkness, but i know now that's not true.