Like this post if you think brown eyes are really pretty ^ ◡ ^
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How could I ever stop writing about you, about your eyes? You became my poetry the minute I laid eyes on you.
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Sometimes, my days feel long, and my weeks feel short. I always feel sleepy or always feel wide awake, and my weekends can feel like 30-minute breaks...
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She says her eyes are "just plain brown." Plain? There's nothing plain about her brown eyes. They are copper pools of fire.
A spoken word I wrote for my muse a few years back that I’ve redone to give it life again. Click on poem to hear my London cockney drawl.
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