Not those eyes,
Not those brown eyes
That color I'm reminded of
By the coffee I brew every morning...
Every time I try to put myself together,
But those eyes,
They shatter me, so sweetly.
Not those brown eyes,
Could be so driving
The way they make my heart beat,
The way they also calm me down.
Not those brown eyes, again
Looking at me,
Noticing every little detail
Making me fall for you,
Making all my tries fail.
I've searched for every book,
Listened to so many songs
Just couldn't find the right words
To narrate the story
Of the four brown eyes
Just between us...
Not those brown eyes, again
Making me pick up my pen
Making me write pages so long
I just wish I wrote enough
About them now
To make the reader fall in love
With those eyes,
Those brown eyes.
Like I did.
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Spoken Secrets
PoetryA series of poems dedicated to one of the most best people in my life. Secrets: That were spoken but never told; written but never read. A series for a reader who wonders how is it like to be around people who makes every moment worthwhile. There we...
