You say your eyes are not pretty
You say your eyes are shallow
You say your eyes look like the dirt we step on
Standards planted so deep inside
By those who own those ocean blues
What you don't know is that your eyes hold the riches and gold the world is greedy for
Streaks of gold intertwined with the rich colors that they hold
Looking like two pools of honey
They alter to different shades of gold
Your brown eyes hold deeper meaning than those in the shades of blue and grey
Your brown eyes romanticize life
Your brown eyes hold the keys to your soul
They hold the overflowing wisdom and intelligence you retain
They hold mysteries that are yet to be uncovered
They hold silent beauty yet to be acknowledged
They hold galaxies not yet known to man
Your brown eyes glow in the midst of darkness among the stars
The sparkle in your eyes dances to the beating of your heart
Her eyes hold the icy cold winters
But your eyes hold the warmth of spring and summer
Her eyes hold tsunamis that could bring down cities
But your eyes hold earthquakes that could bring every mountain to its knees
Her eyes hold the rage of the earth
But your eyes hold the riches that it carries
Your eyes are not just the color of the dirt
Your eyes are yet to be discovered
They are the prettiest combinations of gold and copper known to man
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What Goes Unheard
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I write along the way. It includes moments where I struggled a lot with certain things that others may find triggering or comforting since they would now know that they are no longer alone. A lot of the poems inclu...
