Brown eyes
Call it dirty brown and dull
Mud beneath you feet
Regular
Normal
Not extrodary
Wish for the bule of the sea
Green of trees
Gray of the mist
Call it the earth after a light rain and golden rays
Mealted chocolate between your lips
Captivating
Divine
Not ordary
Look to see specks of stolen sunlight
Gaze that are unwavering
Ever the brown
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I am a young artist who is unsure of many things.however what I am sure of is that I am going to be true to myself.
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