your eyes
your brown eyes, oh your brown eyes...
those eyes that always looked at me with
interest and passion,
those eyes that made me feel like i was in another world, like I'm in heavens,
those eyes that made me feel like, while looking at me, I could die right there at that moment, and I would still die happy and safe,
looking at your prettiest brown eyes,
at eyes that I love the most.
YOU ARE READING
It's not a fairy tale.
Poetrythis is a book, filled with poems that either I wrote or saw inspiring. Some of them are about love, some about more dark things, writing is my way of dealing with the pain. I hope you find them inspiring also, or can feel some type of comfort upon...
