they say it's the blue eyes that drown people. that the ocean that's contained in their irises could wash your feelings ashore and leave you feeling exposed and stripped to your soul.
they say it's the green eyes that surround people. that the clarity within the emerald stones of the pupils could wraps its warm arms around you and you'll never feel more intense and awake and new.
and they say it's the brown eyes that hold people. that the earth that surrounds their pupils holds you steady and centered, and keeps you grounded and keeps you from floating away and saying goodbye forever.
- your eyes are the windows to my soul.
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Nostalgic Drowning
PoetryDo you ever forget how to breathe? Like all of the air in your lungs has been snatched and taken away? And you're left struggling, gasping for air? And you think to yourself that if you could just get your head above the water, you could steal some...
