His Eyes

I wrote this a few days ago while I was in and out of being awake and asleep on his shoulders. It doesn't sound too good, but I just like his eyes.

His Eyes


Deep, and rich in color.

Flicks of brown,


And green.

They look like a gem,

Hiding in the dust.

There is so much beauty

Contained in them.

When they look at me,

I feel them searching within my soul.

His eyes are so gorgeous,

Sparkling like the oceans reflection,

On a warm, sunny day.

His eyes hold the world,

And my heart.

The End

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