What would you miss the most
if you had to leave this life
the book asked.
I’d miss you
your big brown eyes
your comforting smile
your big heart
the tone of your voice
and the way you say, “You know?”
when you’re on an enthusiastic roll
your lively spirit
your yummy omelets with bits of stewed tomatoes
your relationship with the divine
of connection we have
telling you about my ****** afternoon
and watching you really listen to me
the way you cackle when we watch our favorite comedy
watching you quilt
your luscious lips
talking to you when we’ve just awakened
and the way your voice is soft and innocent
speaking our gratitude about our lives together
sharing our pain
being able to weep with you
when I am discouraged
or get inspired by something
how your eyes sparkle when I do so
the way you love our cats
caring for you
you caring for me..
Just to list a few
She has a cute face with heavy heart,
Pure smile without mask.
How can he control his feelings,
When black hair brown eyes complementing her.
Black long hair
i never understood you
when you couldve picked someone
with golden ray, suntanned eyes that
glow like yours but you picked mine.
pitch black, dark as the night
stars shine bright
like black coffee
you always hated the taste of it
but now you want to drown in it
twisted and exaggerated. but i wasnt lying when i said your eyes glowed.
My parents warned me about the bullies the responsibilities, drugs and terrible things, but they never warned me about beautiful tan skinned boys with hazel eyes that could make you forget how to breathe, eyes that cut deeper than a knife ever could, whose smile could unwittingly **** and make you forget how to think. And whose hands could steal your suffering soul and shatter your heart into millions of pieces. Whose gentle lips could make you stupidly forget all the bad things he’s done and keep you begging for more. Whose touch sent shivers down your spine and paralyzed you.
They forgot to tell me how he’d make me feel.
And how much agonizing pain I'd be in
When he left.
His eyes are warm pools of honey bathing in the sunlight they look deeply into your own causing you to fall deeper and deeper into them causing you to fall deeply In love with him
To my baby
sunkissed skin and vibrant skies,
warm season was always the same
but when i met those summer dazed eyes,
i knew that trouble just came
he had lips that kissed wetter than the ocean
he had arms like waves that swallowed me
he filled my summer with cuddly flirtations
he filled thousands of sunflowers within me
but just like how summer came to an end,
he left and autumn arrived with tears to shed
and just like how abandoned flowers would be,
they slowly died inside together with me
that summer was more than fifty shades of love
but all turned into an endless waves of misery
just wishing upon the tangerine sky above
that tides will bring him back to me
an entry to a summer themed poem writing competition
he once told me
"you're eyes are gorgeous"
but i didn't believe you
"how could he love my brown eyes"
how could he love something so ****
he told me
they were captivating
he could get lost in them
he could stare at them all day and never get tired of them
he pointed out all the colors they were in the sunlight
he pointed out how my eyes weren't just brown
they were green
he told me that he could lose himself in my eyes
i guess he lost himself so bad
that he left me
maybe i left him
to this day
i've learned to love my eyes.
my ex actually told me this, kinda made me cry writing this but oh well
Brown eyes are boring
I remember you saying…
There’s a special kind of beauty
in falling in love with someone
who has brown eyes.
Ever seen brown eyes
In the sun?
The colour brown,
& is just a word…
They melt into rays
of amber gold,
circling an eclipse.
There is nothing boring
about brown eyes.
Even as the day grows old,
they create a sunset
of their own.
You know that sunset.
It’s the one
I fell in love with…
I gaze into the soul's windows
And what do I see
An abyss of muddy water
But if I look closer I can see
Specks of stolen sunlight
Streaks of the purest gold only
Prospectors can begin to imagine
By just looking I can tell what a
Gracious, warmhearted, good-natured
Person you are
That all the disingenuous individuals
Just by looking
Moses if you are reading this, its not for
you;) - sad boi
An abyss of deep brown.
An abyss that promises diamonds.
An abyss so distracting and distructive.
An abyss that never fails to hypnotize me.