Your eyes are brown, but they're the brightest pair that I've ever seen.
The way the light reflected off of them made it look like they were made of treetops at dusk.
Dark and barely green.
When you took your glasses off and rubbed the bridge of your nose in frustration, your eyes snapped shut and I couldn't see them.
But when you opened them again, they were more green than they were last time.
Your eyes were captivating.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
