Your Eyes Aren't Brown

Sometimes you meet someone,

and even though you never knew before

that you could fall in love with brown eyes,

their eyes become your new favorite color.

 

You are not as simple as they wanted you to be.

 

Your eyes aren’t brown…

they are copper

against honey and sage.

They are amber and onyx,

the gold that people desperately frenzy

to pull from the earth.

They are sunlight

through a bottle of whiskey.

When they water,

they glow,

the same shade as nature

after it rains.

In the sunrise,

they melt into golden rays,

circling an eclipse.

In the starlight,

they turn into a sunset of their own.

 

They have their own vocabulary �"

such a beautiful language to learn.

They hold specks of stolen sunlight

that you would miss with just one glance.

My eyes may hold the depth of the ocean,

but yours hold the magnitude of a black hole.

 

As I stare into my freshly brewed coffee

at the first sign of daybreak,

I pray

that I didn’t pour in

too much milk

because I don’t want it to be

too creamy

to resemble your deep coffee-bean eyes.

 

My parents always warned me about drugs

sold on the street,

but never about the ones

with warm chocolate eyes

and a heartbeat.

Reviews

[Wayfaring stranger]

Very clever and very creative writing. So many metaphors in beautiful scenery. Gentle and calm and yet full of passion and emotions.

[BehindBlueEyes93]

Thank you so much! :)

[Wayfaring stranger]

You welcome.