People mostly fall for colored eyes
Hira Ch
But conservative me never
Admired that sense of beauty
Because I am stuck,
I am stuck at your brown eyes
Who are as adorable as honey dripping out
As clear as slightly gold plated glass
Those eyes who saw through my cracks
They saw the need and
Poured love into those cracks
Those brown eyes that filled my soul
With all the colors
That was missing until now
Who smiled at my silly actions
Although those eyes don’t
Look for me anymore but
What I could do about my brown eyes,
Who are stuck at those brown eyes.
Brown Eyes
