I always loved seeing her smile. Her smile could make cold hearts melt. Her smile will make you smile back no matter what's your status. Her smile, oh her beautiful shiny smile. But that day, I noticed. Her smile wasn't reaching her eyes. Her eyes weren't shining anymore.
Her eyes were like a color by number. Everywhere she stood they'd turn a different shade of brown. Naturally they shone a different color soon as the sun would find them. But this color was hard to describe. Watching the sun paint them with a splash of yellow. I'd just stand and stare. Often time it was hard to speak after seeing such a thing. The effect it took on me, often inviting me in to have a drink. Nestled in a chair to hear a story or two. How they just seemed to come alive, her eyes. Inebriated by the conversations we'd have. She'd put a hand to her brow to block the sun from shining too bright. I'd forget how sad they were at times, her eyes. Taken by the stories they tell about her dreams. The excitement that filled them, Talking about the places she'd love to go. Big and bright. Full of curiosity, her eyes. If I could let her inside of me and give her the same box of crayons that she's given me. I wonder if she'd color me in different colors. Or just the same variation of different colors just as her eyes have colored me.
Shshhh, don't speak! let me read what insides you by looking at your charming eyes. they took me to a new whole universe, just you don't have to speak baby i know what you feel. And i love how i feel by gazing them.