In a world of millions, In a place of thousands, You are one in a billion. You say you are nothing much. As simple as pen and paper. As plain as the ice on those frostbitten days. Though you don't seem to know... Pen and paper, though they appear simple- are something I have always adored. You are something I have always adored. And as for those frostbitten days... Those days when my fingers go numb after the seconds outside. Those days where my whole body is cold. I cherish those days; As I am grateful that I have a warm place to return. I am grateful for you. So my love. The one with the deep brown eyes. The eyes captivate me daily. You may think you are plain and simple- But you are so much more than what you see.
This is far from a perfect piece, but I have been falling into a funk where I just stare into space for hours upon end. So, my solution is to make myself write something and share it.
The earth in which tired city feet desire to rest on. Plushly thick forests, be lost and never found, coating yourself in saturated autumn leaves that reflect the pulsing warmth in the golden sun.
Your sticky honey, rich and sweet pools in mason jars, tempting to silver spoon scoop and spur morning teas. Or the mocha in newly brewed coffee, the bold and the cream swirling inside your crystal *****.
Brown eyes aren't special, fetishized, or the happiest ones. Brown eyes feel normal. Turn off the lights and observe how fast eyes change. Vibrant blue eyes turn sad. Amber eyes forget to look inwards. Calm green eyes turn sour. Gentle hazel eyes do not smile the same. Grey eyes become hardened. Brown eyes are like a cup of coffee that sat for too long. They turn bitter with rage.
rich soil fleck with a bit of black dark chocolate parched summer soil glossy chestnut brown unvarnished oak mahogany flecks apple pips varnished cork dessert palm tree flecks of acorn shell his eyes the most beautiful pair of eyes she has seen