❝So hold on to your glasses, we might fall
again in the process of forgetting all,
'cause writing down the tears and submitting our fears-
drowning in your own gin and juice isn't very bright,
I just hope darling, you won't get a winefright.❞
FIRST...
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Silent in the loud college corridors, rumbling gossips getting nowhere.
People running late to classes with laughter echoing over last night's events, some confirming their answers of yesterday's test, while some already crying for a bed's rest.
My friend was telling me how she thinks her plants are dying because of the cold weather, but I cant hear her,
As I was lost in your pits of rich leather.
When our eyes met,
Our brown waves clashed together.
The cold hues didn't faze me. Your eyes were seeking mine– obstructed by words between the lines. After an eternity, returned the significance to my entity; a few meters between us, yet I couldn't restore my sanity.
The memories came flowing hard, which made a struggling student, a bard. I always wanted to protect you, but I failed my duty as a guard.
❝The ocean was sipping the Sun– sucking on the sour citrine till streaks of sweet cranberry, amber yellow and ripe apricots dangled on the flowing sapphire.
We couldn't admire and maybe nature had a little ire but nothing could extinguish the fire, other than, the smirks of liars.
I couldn't take my eyes off you– like a scenery painted in blue.
Those dreamy eyes would swallow all serenity to hollow. Those pretty freckles seamed on your skin, glistened in sweat of a summer night grin. And those fleeting moment of your cheeks tinting to holy strawberry, as your smile peeks.
If only I could save you from the lurking harm, but I didn't know a thing, when you were in my arms.
Our own revelry in the beach, was in sync with the waves on the seashore. Laughing and running; making memories to restore.
Our clothes drenched and our skin numb– not a care; 17 and dumb.❞
Right now, I still can't take my eyes off you, even if I try to. Those delicious russet flames ignite the old sparks, the old games– the golden hours, some old names.
Your eyes drilling into mine- I could still feel the warmth of those eyes before they used to drown in cries.
Finally, your daydream broke and my unsheathed tears dried like the sand. Your feet moved, abashed, like how they were– the first time we crashed.
The noise was still loud but it felt like it allowed a passage from the fuss. Reality slowed down for us; Empathy is the key- and so buckled my knees.
You halted- I revolted the chains you couldn't see, but what they noted, was that my faults couldn't be free.
"Hey, have I seen you before?"
You looked awkward from your core.
My lips twitched to what seem like a smile. It took a lot of power to utter a word without a sob, already raising a mile.
"No, I don't think so."
Time stopped for us, for it was guilty of breaking us apart.
Everything stilled; the people running over, the laughter spilled, Your head turning back, the tear about to fall from my tawny caves,
and I was engulfed again by those brown waves.
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This poem was sort of an appreciation poem for brown eyes. I researched a lot on brown eyes and different shades of brown eyes that exist. What's your eye colour? Mine is the darkest shade of brown you'll ever find.
