You told me you love my brown eyes.
That darkness of them is what you love most.
But, I'm scared you'll meet a pretty blonde.
With the clearest blue eyes.
That my brown eyes can't compaire to.
YOU ARE READING
The broken parts.
PoetryThis is poetry I have written that i've always wanted to make so I hope you all enjoy. "Last and final step you need to do is, breathe."
