Brown Eyes

May 29, 2018

For I love thou, my bright brown eyes.

Thou spirit shines more than the hubris sun.

I want to tell thou, but I don’t have time.

Loving thou is easier said than done

I scream it aloud, but it’s never heard.

Friends. Nothing more or less in your brown eyes.

These feelings that I have are just, absurd.

Thou exemplary smile gives butterflies.

Over time, your touch was harsh and ice-kissed,

And you’ll never know how much you’ve changed

My heart cries, knowing its not on your list.

Thy so uninviting, thy too deranged.

Your in a disguise, while the old you dies.

I still have faith in those vacant brown eyes.

By. Journey Barner

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