Your eyes
Hey you
You with the brown eyes
Have you ever hated your eyes for not being blue?
For not being the ocean eyes that people sing about?
Well your eyes
Are so much more than brown
I have always thought of my eyes
As a rotten fruit color
“No” a lover said “like your first good cup of coffee in the morning”
Your eyes
Are Chocolate covered suns
Plucked off the vine
And devoured by my eyes, my heart
Dancing in the beams of gold in your iris
Your eyes,
Are Mahogany seats for the soul
A place to call home,
Put my feet up
And rest
Your eyes
Are Autumn leaves changing in the sun
Brighter and darker
Rivers of walnut
leading into flourishing shades of mocha
Your eyes
Are Like Tree bark, with your strong gaze
The structure that holds me up
Carob
and cedar
Sepia
and sienna
Your eye color
Comes from the earth
Soil made for growth
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