Brown Eyes
my brown eyes, my sweet brown eye could move mountains
represents the ground buried with treasures
these brown eyes hold riches, can carry earthquakes
my brown eyes use to be my enemy, hated the way they stared back at me
these brown eyes wanted to be blue
wanted to be queen of the sea
wanted to be the sky, but these brown eyes reign queen
my sweet brown eye
the sun shining on them seeing that hint of gold
so rare
my brown eyes hold stories
these brown eyes will not go unnoticed
my sweet brown eyes are the smooth chocolate that lays before
can make you forget your place
can make you fall in love with them in a heartbeat
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