"nobody likes brown eyes," she sighed.
he swept her hair back with his fingertips and stared in disbelief.
if only she knew he was drowning in those endless caramel oceans.
if only she knew the loveliness of their warm, entrancing depths.
if only she knew his heart stopped dead when he saw the sunrise wake them.
but she didn't know all of that, and all he could do was shake his head and tell her she was wrong, entirely lost in those deep brown eyes and entirely unable to find the words to say so.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
