His big brown eyes are what pull me in,
He thinks they’re dumb,
But I think they’re beautiful.
I look into his eyes and I find a story,
I met him last year,
One starry night outside.
My best friend was insecure about his boyfriend,
I told him not to worry.
I told his boyfriend that he loved him very much,
If I’m honest, I didn’t know what that term meant.
But as time went by I knew.
I was in for it.
My best friend broke up with his boyfriend,
Dated me for several weeks,
I then ended up like his ex-boyfriend.
Broken hearted and up with.
We started talking,
I started falling,
However, it wasn’t that easy.
He liked someone that wasn’t me.
My best friend and I were no longer best friends,
But his ex and I were.
About a year later,
Look at us.
We turned something ugly by the same person into something beautiful,
Mending broken parts together.
Was that a crime,
My heart doesn’t think so.
Cries turn into laughter,
Laughter turns into love,
But the tricky part about it is,
He lives in PA, I live in KY.
What I see are those big brown eyes.
Filled with love,
Filled with joy,
Filled to the brim with a story.